Page 175 of Dance of Thorns

“You do remember that we’re already married, right?”

He rolls his eyes. “Yeah, I was there, in case you forgot.”

I smirk. “I've forgotten a lot of things in my life, but not that.”

He sighs heavily. “Can you just please shut up for a second.”

I grin and mime a zipping motion across my lips.

“I’m asking you,” Bane murmurs, “because I reallydidn’tlast time. Itoldyou.”

“Well, it seems to have worked anyway,” I giggle. Then I look at him fully, my heart thudding in my chest. “Wait, you’re really asking?”

“I’m really asking.”

My skin tingles as he stands and pulls me against him.

“Well?”

“I’ll think about it.”

He groans, rolling his eyes again as I cackle. Then I grab his face, rise up on my tiptoes, and sear my lips to his.

“It’s yes, obviously,” I murmur, kissing him.

“I was pretty sure,” he growls back. “I just wanted to hear you say it.”

“Well, in that case,yes,” I whisper into his mouth. “Yes yes yes yes...”

I only stop talking because he gives my lips something else to do.

The wind howls around us as we cling to each other, eighty-three stories above the city, on a roof we’ll bewalkingdown from.

In rehab, they tell you that you’realwaysgoing to be addict. The trick is to be one who choosesnotto use.

I realize now that that’s what life is, too. Even when it’s hard, and messy, and brutal, you just get up and keep on living.

So that’s what I’m going to do.

I’m going to get up, I’m going to keep on living, and I’m going to do it with him at my side.