More binding.
“Don’t you know that?”
Her face crumples just a little.
Tears spill over before she can stop them. She sniffs.
And then—holy fuck—she smiles.
“I love you, too,” she says.
Soft.
Honest.
Breaking me open right down the middle.
“Yeah?” I ask, needing to hear it again.
“Yeah.”
That’s it.
That’s all I need.
“Good,” I murmur.
I take her hand.
Tight.
Possessive.
Certain.
“Now let’s get married.”
The music starts—tinny, overplayed, completely ridiculous—and I don’t care.
Not about the chapel.
Not about the city.
Not about anything except the woman standing in front of me.
Because Vegas can keep its lights.
Its noise. It can keep its glitter-covered chaos.
All I want—all I’ve ever wanted—is her.
And this time?
I’m not letting anything come between us.
Not ever again.
Chapter 23-Esme
