I frown. “Is that a compliment? Or are you saying that you can’t love me more? Or you don’t want to love me mo—”
“Shut up.” He cups my face and kisses me again, harder, until I can’t think. When we part, he presses his forehead to mine. “I love you. I love you.I love you.And please don’t ever doubt me again.”
Breathless, I reply, “I won’t. I won’t ever doubt you again.”
“Good.” He sweeps his nose against mine and says, “Also, I’m building a resort.”
A huge grin takes over my face. My cheeks ache, I’m smiling so hard. “I heard. Does that mean you’re going to need a place to stay while you build it?”
He quirks a brow. “Would you happen to have a shamper available?”
I toss my head back and twine my arms around his neck. “I think we can do better than that.”
“Oh? There’s a piggycorn bed available?”
I kiss him. “Even better than that.”
“A bedroom?”
“One, more specifically.”
“There’s one free in the house?” he says, playing along.
We kiss again, and when we break apart, I tell him, “Mine. My bedroom is available. If you want it.”
He frowns. “And where will you sleep?”
“I was thinking beside you.”
Pane pretends to consider this. “Only if you promise one thing.”
“What’s that?”
“To let me love you.”
I push up onto my tiptoes and kiss him. “I think that can be arranged.”
