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The whisper of his soft, gruff, tear-filled words weaves through my mind, lifting me in their embrace as Jude pulls me into his.
I smile, my blue eyes caught in an ocean of gray. Still turbulent, still raging with emotion, and all mine.
Tucking a wave of hair behind my shoulder, he shifts slightly above me and dips his head down, his lips brushing softly against my ear. “My team just won the Super Bowl, but this week will always be the best of my life solely because you saidyes.”
I glide my hands over his cheeks and press my mouth to his. Kissing him deeply, thoroughly, and with every piece of my heart that belongs to him. With every minute, every breath, I’ve spent loving him.
He lifts himself, pulling away, my face framed by his palms. And as his lips slowly curl into another deep smile, my words get caught in my throat.
The moment is surreal, unreal.
“Declan, baby?” His gray gaze swims into the depths of mine. Confetti still floats sporadically in the air and completely litters the floor around us.
“Yes?”
“Thank you for being the best thing to ever happen to me.” He says it reverently, with awe, like his happiness has nothing to do with the craziness happening around us, and only everything to do with me.
“Thank you for the same,” I tell him, because it’s true. I met him, and life bloomed into full color. When before, everything existed in shades of gray.
Seven years ago, I left home in search of a fresh start.
In Jude, I foundforever,instead.