I pressed my lips together to shoo the wild laughter that was about to take control away, but I can’t and I laugh hysterically, clenching tightly on my stomach, but that laughter was suppressed when I see his serious eyes is anything but a joke.
“You’re not joking.” I stupidly recollected my composure.
“Why would I?” He frowned. “I’m serious Taylor, love.” He got up, wrapped the bedsheets around his lower self, and walked toward me. “I want to marry you. I meant what I said earlier.”
He tilted my chin up to look into his earnest green ones. “All you have to do is sign the papers and you will officially become my wife and everyone would have to accept it and acknowledge it.” He kissed my lips and the want and desire I could feel through our kiss.
“I love you,” he murmured against my lips. “And I have never been more sure of anything, but it’s up to you to decide now.”