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He kisses my knuckles, one by one, his heart in his eyes. “I love your faith in me, Mouse. I feel like a different man when I’m with you.”
“I love who I’m with you too, Zayn,” I whisper, planting kisses all over his face. “And I love you.”
“Two weeks, Mouse.”
“For what?” I say, delirious with happiness. Although I’m used to Zayn’s time-bound commands now, something tickles at the back of my head about this one.
“For you to make arrangements. Hire a wedding planner. Outsource everything. Keep Mari by your side 24/7. I’m not waiting any longer.”
“But Zayn—”
His kiss is biting and rough and steals my heart all over again. I plunge my hands into his hair and sink into it.
If I get to be Mrs. Zayn Grayson in two weeks, I’ll rearrange the entire world to make it happen. That’s the confidence this man’s love has given me.