Page 90 of Falling for the Bad Boy

Holding her hand in mine, I wrapped the yarn around her finger and tied it in a knot. “It’s a promise of what’s to come.”

She shook her head. “I don’t need a ring. All I need is you.”

“Good. Then can we finally go upstairs? I’ve got something else I want to show you.”

“Something else in your pocket?” she asked.

Tired of waiting, I scooped her up in my arms. “Something in my pants. Now let’s go. I don’t want to fall asleep on my feet before I get to show you exactly how much I missed you.”

“I love you, too,” she mumbled into my neck.

How I’d managed to get so lucky after almost screwing things up for good, I’d never know. But for the first time in my life, I felt like I was exactly where I was supposed to be.

With the person I was meant to be with.

And I planned on never letting her go.