“How does forever sound?”
He squeezed me. “It sounds fucking heavenly, freckles.”
“Everythin’ about you, Jack Frost,” I told him, “is mine.”
“Jack Frost?”
“You’ve just been upgraded from snowflake. Congratulations.”
Damien’s smile was a true thing of beauty.
“I’m yours, Lana. Only yours.”
Only. Mine.
“I’ve never looked forward to the future as much in me life,” I declared. “You’re movin’ in with me, and we’re havin’ sex every single day at least three times. I want to have babies, five of them, ten of them. I don’t care how many. I just want babies with you. I want to get married, but you hav’ta ask me da first, otherwise he’ll kill you. When I want you, I’m havin’ you, and I don’t want to hear a feckin’ peep outta you on the matter. Are you clear on all of that?”
Damien leaned down and pressed his forehead against mine.
“Yes. Fucking. Ma’am.”
“Well,” Alec whooped. “It’s about fucking time!”
When we kissed, it was to the cheers, hooting, clapping, and laughter of our friends ... our family. It may as well have been kissing to fireworks at midnight on New Year’s Eve because it was just as sweet, just as tender, and just as perfectly perfect as a moment could be. It was the start of a beautiful forever.
Damien licked my lower lip. “Endgame, freckles?”
Joy filled me.
“Yeah, Jack Frost.” I answered, rubbing the tip of my nose against his. “We’re definitely endgame.”