Page 38 of Boyfriend From Hell

“How are you feeling, my love?” I asked, not wanting to poke around her mind. I drew lazy circles along her bare back as her head rested against my chest.

“I feel like as long as I have you, I can do anything.”

Her voice was small and timid, but her words buzzed through me. Taking her chin between my fingers, I tilted her face up so I could look into her heartbreaking eyes.

I scanned them and found nothing but pure, serene contentment. Briefly, I peeked into her mind—more so for my own reassurance than anything—and found no traces of heartache. Her past had been eradicated and the only thing that filled her mind was me, and our future.

I smiled down at my heart in the flesh.

“Do you feel okay about the ceremony?” I asked.

She nodded and gave me a tired smile.

“As long as we are together, I feel like I could walk through fire and fight all the demons in hell.”

I choked out a laugh, not expecting that response, and planted a kiss between her eyes.

“Take a nap, sweet one. We have a few hours until the ceremony.”

“No freaky countdowns,” she mumbled and nuzzled into my neck.

I chuckled. “No freaky countdowns.”

I waited a few moments for her breathing to slow, signaling she had fallen asleep.

What felt like years ago, I closed my eyes and thought back to her first moments here—my anxieties and worries pouring through Cam and Mal as they frantically got her ready for our dinner date…

the same dinner my parents just so happened to crash.

With that thought, I let my mind drift off to sleep.

“I love you, Deer. From this life into the next, may our souls always be destined to intertwine.”