47. TRUST. HOPE. LOVE.
CHAPTER 47
TRUST. HOPE. LOVE.
EMMA
T he moment Charlie walked in, my breath left my lungs. In fact, my soul may have departed my body as well, because for a series of long, drawn-out seconds, I can’t move.
Logan ceases to exist (Charlie has that effect), and as the awe, relief, and sheer thrill of having the love of my life once again within reach sinks in, knowing what it means and—touching my watch again—knowing what he’s done for me, I let him talk.
Let him run his mouth as he always does. He needs to, and I’ve earned it. With every word he says, I only want more, more, more.
“Say it again.”
There’s no hesitation. “I love you.”
“Again.”
A dimple appears. “I love you.”
“Again.”
He’s smiling wildly now, his blue eyes bright, and I twist my hand in his tie to pull him closer to me.
“I’ll keep saying it, as many times as you want. I’m not going anywhere, and I’m only going to love you more the longer we’re together.”
“And the rest?” I ask.
“Are you asking me to beg, sweetheart?” And oh, there’s the cocky man I know and love. Between that smirk and that single raised brow, he looks all too pleased, even when I tug harder on his tie. “I’ll do it. Let me be yours in every way that you’re already mine.”
And, oh. Oh.
I teeter in my heels, his plea hitting me like vertigo.
I’ve never thought of love as the merging of two halves, and I’ve never liked the idea of being less than whole. With Charlie, it’s so much more than that.
He’s been meeting me, matching me, since the day we met.
He’s it for me. For the rest of my life, I want to experience everything with him by my side. I want to be loved by him in every way, to give myself over to him, to have him on his knees, by my side, for as long as possible. Longer.
Forever.