Page 134 of I Crave You

Brody pulled me closer again and kissed me once more, light and short. Then he pulled back a bit and looked down at the smear of green across his shirtfront. "I think we both need to clean up before dinner."

He got to his feet and helped me up.

"What are we having?" I asked.

"Carbonara and salad with garlic breadsticks. Jacks insisted that it was your favorite."

I laughed. "It is one of my favorites." I stopped in the middle of our bedroom and stared at Brody. "Please tell me this isn't a dream. Because I don't think I could handle waking up."

"It's not a dream, Cam," he said, wrapping his arms around my waist. "It kills me every time you go home. The longer we're together, the more I need you. I crave you. Every day. I would marry you tomorrow if we could arrange it and not get murdered by our families."

My heart swelled at his words. "And don't forget Jacks. She'll probably want to help plan the wedding."

"Oh, that reminds me. She's already requested that you not dress her in pink."

I laughed. "I'm fine with that." I rose up on my toes and kissed him again. "I would marry you tomorrow and tell our respective families to get over it if you wanted."

He rested his forehead against mine. "I know you, Cam. You want a wedding. Maybe not something huge, but I know you have something in the back of your mind that you've been dreaming about."

"I do," I answered honestly. "Every time I've daydreamed about my wedding, I was marrying you. That's all that matters."

Brody kissed me until Jacks pounded on the bedroom door and hollered, "I'm hungry! Are y'all done cleaning up yet?"

We broke apart, laughing.

"We'll celebrate after bedtime," I promised him.

His arms tightened around me. "We have the rest of our lives."

The End