Page 165 of Failure to Match

“And what do you want? You wanna be gentle or leave a few bruises I’ll still be thinking about the next time I wear a wedding dress for you?”

His chest rumbled, pleased with my answer. “How did I get so fucking lucky with you?”

I smiled. “Good thing you didn’t let me drown that first night, huh?”

“I thought about it.”

“Shut up,” I giggled. “And here we are, thirteen months later. Who would’ve thought?”

His eyes sobered just a touch. “Best year of my life.”

“Same. Without question.” Huffing another small giggle, I sang, “Best friends for liiife.”

“Best friends for liiife,” he sang back. “I love you, darling. More than anyone, more than anything.”

I craned my neck, brushing his lips with mine when I whispered, “Prove it. Flip your wife over and give her what she wants.”

I didn’t have to ask twice.