She gazed down at him and felt her chest clench at the expression in his eyes. How did this happen? How had she found this man? She covered his lips with hers. His kiss was hungry, probing. She let him plunder her mouth, but she finally grasped his head and held him steady. He obeyed, and then his fingers were at the button of her jeans, his hands tugging impatiently to ease the denim from her hips. She slid off him and reclined on the couch, the need suddenly fueling an inferno inside her.

They made love and promises, and when they were done, he tugged her close to his chest. “You wanna snuggle?”

She pressed her cheek the warm valley over his heart. “Yes.”

“Yes, you want to snuggle? Or yes, you’ll marry me?”

“Both.”

It was actually a while before they got to the snuggling part, because after she said yes, he did things that made her say it a whole bunch of times naked. She collapsed, spent and satisfied, on top of him, and he pulled a blanket over their bodies.

“I love your chest.”

He kissed her head. “It’s yours.”

Liv made a fist and held it out for him to bump. “Partners?”

He brought her fist to his lips. “Forever.”