She smiled. "You keep it here?"She wrapped her arms around his neck, smiling happily. "It's concerning how low your expectations are for gifts from me since you get excited over a key to a shoebox room that kind of smells when your apartment has a bathroom bigger and nicer than this."
Aiden set her down, gripping her face in his hands. "Don't do that," he spoke firmly. "Don't compare, and don't call it mine. It's yours too. And I love and cherish everything you give me, Marley. Thank you." He kissed her softly, and she could feel his smile. "It means the world to me that I'm the one you choose to share your life with." Marley's eyes welled up all over again. She stood on her tip-toes to bury her face in Aiden's neck, wondering why...
Why is it called falling in love?