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Her eyes hold mine; there’s so much hope and happiness within them that it makes my heart skip a beat.

“I want to be.”

“Then that’s it. You’re my girl,” I say, entwining our fingers and lifting her hand so I can brush a kiss on her knuckles.

She whimpers as we connect, shifting in her seat as if she’s uncomfortable.

“Everything okay, darlin’?” I tease.

“Y-yeah. I just…Did you say you booked a hotel?”

“Yep.”

“So we don’t have to stay at my parents’ place?”

Fire shoots through my veins. “We can if you want to. I know your family traditions are important to you, and if you want to wake up there in the morning, then⁠—”

“I want to wake up with you,” she interrupts. “And I don’t think we should be in my parents’ house for what I have planned.”

My eyebrows lift, and I drop my head so I can whisper in her ear.

“Tell me more about these plans, darlin’. I’m all ears.”

“I want you,” she breathes. “I want…I want everything with you.”

“That’s a relief because I want everything with you. You’re the only girl I’ve ever pictured a future with, and I’m ready to stop picturing it and start living it.”

“How are you so perfect?”

“I’m far from that, darlin’. But I’m doing everything I can to be worthy of you.”

“You are. You’re everything. My everything.”

My fingers twist in the hair at the nape of her neck, and before I can stop myself, my lips are on hers.

“I love you, Sienna,” I confess when I pull back a little, both of us breathless. “I always have, and I always will.”

65

SIENNA

The hotel room door crashes back against the wall as Calvin and I tumble inside. Our lips have barely disconnected since the moment our asses hit the seat in the taxi Dad called for us, and at no point has he stopped touching me.

I’m on fire. Every inch of my skin feels like it’s alight, and my heart is trying to beat out of my chest. But despite desperately needing air, I can’t stop what I’m doing to suck any in.

This man.

This fucking man.

He’s here, and he loves me, and…and he’s everything.

“Darlin’.” He groans when I gather up the bottom of his sweater and attempt to peel it up his body.

As amusing as it is, watching this giant of a man walking around with a massive flashing and singing Rudolph head on his chest, I prefer what’s hiding beneath.

“Naked,” I pant, shoving the fabric higher, revealing his muscular abs.

He chuckles but thankfully takes over, peeling the sweater the rest of the way over his head before letting it drop to the floor.