Page 150 of The Bronze Garza
“I’d rather just go to Vegas, but for whatever reason you want a fairytale wedding,” he mumbles. “Everything’s up to you with that shit. Just tell me the date and time and I’ll show up. I just want you to be my wife. Don’t care about the rest.”
I roll my eyes. Only he would call our wedding plans “that shit.” He really couldn’t give a damn. But I’m getting a fairytale wedding if it’s the last thing I do.
“You’re fucking everything to me, you know that?” he whispers, gazing at me with so much love and adoration it makes butterflies erupt in my belly. “Gets harder and harder each time I’ve to leave you.”
Breathe... “Just know that I’ll always be here, waiting for you.”
He moves in and brushes his lips against mine. “Beautiful…”
“Oh,” I start, “when I’m swollen and waddling with your spawn, you’ll tell me every day that I’m hot.Smokinghot. Never beautiful.Alwayshot. Got it?”
He’s grinning, and it’s freaking magnificent. “Got it.”
With everything in me, I kiss him, pressing myself as tightly to him as possible, wishing I could zip him open and crawl into him.
He’s mine. All mine. And he loves me. So, so much. I feel every ounce of his love for me, when he looks at me, touches me, kisses me. I feel it all the way down to my toes. Even when he’s miles away. I don’t know what I did to deserve this man’s undying love and devotion, but I’m lapping it all up. Swathing myself in it like a blanket.
Turns out Madame Universe didn’t hate me after all. In her own fucked-up way, she was just setting me up for the biggest, most divine prize of all.
Torin Garza. The love of my life. The beat of my heart. The man of my dreams.
My bronze god.
Thank you, Madame Universe. You sadistic, psychotic bitch.
