“Ours,” I say, smiling. “You make me so happy.”
“Not as happy as you have made me,” he says.
He pulls me in and holds me to himself, and we look out over the water quietly together. The smell of damp earth and the trills and peeps of frogs and crickets surround us. Isnuggle into the warmth of Greyson’s arms when a breeze blows across the water.
“I’ve got one condition,” Greyson says.
“Oh?” I smile up at him. “What’s that?”
“I won’t ever share a bed with Henry Cavill.”
My laughter overtakes me. “Most men wouldn’t.”
Greyson’s laughter mingles with mine, floating into the night with the peeping of the frogs and the sound of a soft breeze through the trees.
He tilts my head up and places a kiss on my lips and I wrap my arms around him. This man who asked me for forever. But he never really had to ask. Forever has been his since Munich. I just had a few detours along the way.
“I want to marry you soon,” Greyson says, tucking my head under his chin. “Like, next week.”
I laugh and pull my head back so I can look up at him. “Next week? I don’t even have a dress.”
“We can get married in our turnouts.”
“I kind of want the dress.”
“Okay,” he relents. “What about next month?”
“Next month sounds amazing.”
“Good,” he says. “I’ve never been known for my patience.”
“I beg to disagree,” I say. “You’re the most patient man I know.”
And this time, when he kisses me, I wonder why I need a dress or a chapel or flowers. We could get married tonight as far as I’m concerned. Right here, under the moon and stars with the nighthawks and owls as our witnesses.
“Soon,” I tell him, when he pulls back from our kiss.
He smiles down at me and says, “I was right.”
“About what?” I laugh softly.
“Our bubble.”
My eyes softly shut and I open them to look up at him. He was right.
“Every day, I love you more, Hallie.”
“Never going to pop,” I tell him, allowing myself to believe him this time.
“Never,” he promises, and I know he’s the man I can trust to keep that promise.
