“What do you say about making this place ours?” I drop a kiss on the base of her neck. “Tempting, but you know how my mom feels about living with someone before marriage.” “That can easily be arranged.” Her eyes roll. “Ask me again in a year.” “I’ll hold you to that.” Until then, I plan on making this woman mine in every sense of the word. Mine to love. Mine to marry. Mine to cherish for as long as we live.”
