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Husband. The word had my chest tightening in the best way possible. I was his, he was mine, and it’d be like that forever. I could see it there, so clear in my head: our future, in our home, that ring on my finger, our hands interlocked forever. My hand reached up, still on his lap, playing with the little ripped thread on the knee of his jeans as warmth kept rushing over me. I felt it everywhere, from top to bottom.
“I like it too,” I said.
“I like everything about you,” he said, fingers still so slow and careful and gentle as they moved against me. “I like how I get to love you the most. Don’t think I’m ever gonna stop. I’m pretty sure I can’t stop. I love you so much, Holly.”
“I love you so much too,” I whispered.
The breeze picked up, and I knew Sawyer would want me to get inside soon before it got too chilly. I felt it in the way his hand landed on my arm, rubbing at my skin, trying to soothe that cold away before it got to be too much.
But for now, I lay there in his lap, exactly where I wanted to be, exactly where I was meant to be: tangled up with Sawyer. Life was good here in our home. Quiet, simple, easy, but our love felt anything but that. Our love felt wild, passionate, intense, fiery. Everlasting. Deep within me. Eternal. It was the kind that lasted beyond forever. The kind that stretched on and never stopped. The kind that felt like it had been written in the stars centuries before, like destiny was always bound to draw us together and keep us there as one.
Our love was infinite.
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