“I love you, pretty girl.” “I love you, Drake Pierce,” she replied. Drake lifted her chin with his finger and planted the sweetest, most gentle kiss on her lips. “What?” he asked, reading the look on her face when she pulled away from him. She broadened her smile and stared up at him like she was etching his face into her memory. Drake Pierce was her life. In all the time she’d had to come up with one word that embodied what he was to her, it had finally come to her. He was simply life. “I’m.”
