Aurora Rose Reynolds

I want her to be my wife. I want to wake up with her every morning and go to bed with her every night. I want to spend the rest of my life making her happy.

“Marry me.”

“We—”

“I don’t care how long we’ve been together,” I cut her off, knowing exactly what she was going to say. “I know I want a life with you. I know now, just like I knew the moment I met you, that you were made for me.”

“Sage.” Her eyes close and her head shakes.

“Just say yes. I won’t give up until you say yes.”

“I love you, Kimberly, from the moment we met, and since then, I’ve fallen deeper in love with you. Tell me you don’t feel the same. Tell me from the second we met you haven’t felt this pull between us, like our lives have always been intertwined in some way. Tell me we’re not meant to be together.”

I don’t want her to cry. Her tears fucking kill me every time.

“You need to marry me again. Maybe then I won’t feel as crazy as I do now,” he whispers, studying me. “Then again, I’m not sure there is anything that can change how I feel.”

My eyes constantly seek her out, not that they need to. I know where she is without even looking for her. I swear my body is in tune with hers, like there is an invisible wire connecting us.

“I don’t like that you were sick without me there to take care of you.” I frown, moving my hands to her stomach.

It shouldn’t matter, but I fucking hate that she keeps taking her eyes from me.

“Did you need something else? Flour, sugar, my firstborn child?”

“You are so strange,” he informs me

“Are you okay?” Hell, no, my dog almost killed me trying to get to the man she’s obviously in love with.