“What if I’ve changed my mind?” Briggs asks, surprising the hell out of me.
“What do you mean?”
“I think I love you too,” he tells me with a grin.
“You do?” I question, tears in my eyes from happiness. He nods and leans down to kiss me. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him in closer.
By the time we break the kiss, I’m lightheaded.
“I can’t believe you’ve done all of this for me. Wait, why did you do all of this for me?” I really hope there is no catch.
Briggs gives me a megawatt smile that has my core tightening. “I wanted you to have your own space before you officially move in here with me.”
“Officially moving in with you?” I repeat, my eyebrows raised. “What about asking me?”
“Asking?” Briggs says as if the word is foreign to him. “You know I don’t ask. I take what I want.” He winks at me before pressing his lips to mine with a searing kiss.
I guess I already knew that. Briggs doesn’t waste time asking for permission. He takes what he wants, and he happens to want me. Now I’m his, he is mine, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
