Page 27 of His Fairytale Princess

He moves toward me with the confidence of a man who knows what he wants and a woman who only wants him.

I jump into his arms, throwing my bags to the ground, and he catches me with strong arms.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” I mumble, kissing every inch of his face and head. “I love you, too.”

He chuckles, pulling his head back so he can look me in the eyes. His voice is full of humor.

“Even though I’m just a hockey player?”

My lips find his, warm and wet, our tongues making up for last time.

“You’re so much more than that to me. You’re my fairytale happy ending.”

The End