‘You told them?’
‘Yeah. I’m in love with you; of course I did.’
‘You are the most perplexing—’ She shakes her head, her hand falling away. ‘I really don’t understand.’
‘I reckon we’ll work that into our wedding vows. Neither of us understands, but yet we know.’ She inhales sharply her mouth falling open, her expression filling my head with images that have no business there.Yet. ‘That wasn’t a proposal by the way. When I propose, you’ll know.’
‘Do you think we’re moving too fast?’
‘Maybe. But it works for me. Don’t overthink it,’ I say, taking her into my arms. I feel like a duck; calm on the surface, but under the water line, I’m manic. Or at least my heart is. ‘I can see right now the conversation you’re having with yourself,’ I say tapping her forehead. ‘Analysing. Criticizing. Second guessing, babe. I dare you to act on instinct, Chastity. I dare you to take a chance.’
Her tongue darts out to wet her pink lips. ‘You want me to take a chance on you?’
‘Not me, duchess. Us. What do you say?’
Her mouth is just a whisper away as she slides her hands around to the nape of my neck. ‘These brothers of yours... are they as handsome as you?’
‘Nah, they look like a hat full of arseholes.’ She laughs softly, the swell of her chest brushing mine.
‘I might pass, then,’ she says, screwing up her cute nose.
‘We’re going to make such beautiful babies, you know.’
‘Then I think we’d better make a start on that.’
She squeals a little as I lunge for her like a man possessed, pressing her back against the sofa as I begin covering her in kisses.
