Page 106 of Edge of Heaven

I turn over carefully and take in his handsome face. He’s on his side, hair tousled and falling over his eyes, but he’s still gorgeous. And having him here in bed next to me makes everything in my life so much better.

“Why are you watching me sleep?” he rumbles sleepily, reaching out to put a gentle hand on my hip.

“I can’t get comfortable, this bed is too small,” I admit.

His eyes open and he blinks a few times. “Then we should get a bigger one.”

I shake my head. “We don’t need to. I’ll be okay in another few days. Go back to sleep. I’m just going to?—”

“Once I’m up, I’m up.” He smiles. “And one thing you need to know about me—I need coffee in the morning.”

“Then let’s go make some.” I manage to get to my feet, wincing until I’m finally upright.

“Do you need help in the bathroom?” he asks quietly.

I shake my head. “I’ll be okay. You can use the one in the hallway; I’ll go down to my mom’s room.”

“Okay.”

Just as I’m about to open my bedroom door, he reaches for my hand. “Hey. Good morning.” He lightly touches his lips to mine.

“Good morning.”

We smile at each other and then separate.

I find him in the kitchen a few minutes later, and he’s humming to himself.

“Oh, no. Are you a morning person?” I demand with as much seriousness as I can muster up since he makes me so happy.

He grimaces. “Is that…bad? I mean, I’m rarely up at…” He glances at his watch. “Seven oh six. But like I said—once I’m up, I’m up.”

“I don’t know if this thing with us is going to work out,” I murmur.

“I can pretend to be grumpy for you,” he teases, hugging me to his side.

I smile, nestling against his chest as best I can.

Everything fucking hurts and it’s pissing me off, but I can’t resist any opportunity to touch him.

“I wanted to talk to you about something,” he says as we settle at the island with our coffee.

“What’s up?”

“This isn’t as romantic as I would have liked, but after everything we’ve been through, I don’t want to wait—let’s get married.”

“What?” I gape at him.

“I know it’s wild, but let’s drive to Vegas and do it.”

“But…” It sounds crazy—and soon. “Why would you…”

“Because I love you and we’re going to have to be apart a lot. And I don’t ever want you to doubt my commitment. To you and to us.”

“I…” Surprisingly, I’m suddenly not afraid. It’s crazy but it feels right. “Yes. Absolutely. The only thing, I would want my mom and Toby to be there. We can probably break him out of the clinic for a weekend but I’m not sure how to make that happen because he’s still so susceptible to germs while his immune system builds back up.”

“Then we’ll figure it out.”

“Are you sure? I want to start therapy and stay in L.A. for a while, to be with Toby.”

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