Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 78603 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78603 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Time stretches, and the only things that matter are his lips, his warmth, the quiet hush of the cabin that envelops us. His hands roam my back, and I thread my fingers into his hair, losing myself in the closeness. We break away only to catch our breath, foreheads touching.
“You’re mine,” he murmurs, voice trembling with devotion. “And I’m yours.”
I grin through the tears threatening to spill, nodding. “Forever,” I say, letting the word settle between us like a vow.
He eases me down onto the plush blanket, the Nutella tray forgotten on the table. Our kisses grow languid, a heady mix of passion and tenderness. The entire day—the surprise party, the laughter, the silly teasing about my nickname—culminates in this moment, where everything is right in the world.
Eventually, we drift into a slower pace, curling against each other, legs tangled, hearts beating in unison. He tucks me under his chin, stroking my hair. The lamp’s glow casts dancing shadows across the cabin walls, and I wonder if life can get any better than this.
In that stillness, he leans down to whisper against my ear. “Thank you for letting me love you, Bree.”
I smile, shifting so I can look into his eyes. “Thank you for loving me enough,” I say softly, then my voice softens. “Boone, this is everything I’ve ever wanted. I’m so happy. I feel safe. And I just… I can’t wait to see where we go from here.”
He brushes his thumb across my cheek. “Wherever we go, we go together.”
I snuggle closer, letting my eyes slip shut. The gentle thump of his heart lulls me, reminding me how far we’ve come—through danger, betrayal, heartbreak—and how we emerged stronger, building a life so filled with warmth and joy that my heart could burst.
Outside, the wind rustles the pine trees, and somewhere, an owl hoots softly. But within these walls, all is still, and I’m home. Wrapped in the arms of the man I love, stomach full of pizza, head full of laughter, and a future that glows as brightly as the stars. If this is a dream, I never want to wake up.
I lift my head for one final kiss, a soft brush of lips that seals this perfect night. “I love you,” I whisper again. It never gets old, speaking those words.
Boone smiles, eyes shining. “I love you, too, Aubree.”
We settle back into each other’s arms, letting the night envelop us. And in the quiet hush of our cabin, I realize that this—this shared joy, this unwavering trust, this simple, everyday magic—is my happily ever after.