“Marry me,” Dean whispers against my mouth. I pull back and stare up at him, sure that I heard him wrong.
“What did you just say?”
“Marry me.”
“You want to get married?” I clarify, my heart hammering.
Dean nods. “I want to spend the rest of my life waking up beside you, getting to love you, hold you. I want a family with you, Kleo. The white-picket fence, all of it.”
Tears fill my eyes, and I nod, completely at peace with how I feel. “Yes.”
His entire face lights up. “Yes?”
“Yes!”
Dean kisses me, his hands in my hair while mine grip his biceps, clinging to him like he’s my lifeline. Everything I am is his.
Body.
Soul.
It all belongs to Dean Lewis.