"What?"
She stumbles slightly into my chest, then leans against me, her right hand gripping my shoulder. I wrap one arm around her to keep her standing.
With drunken bravery, she says, "The pull between us?"
My lips curve up. "I definitely feel every spark and sizzle,
baby." Her smile grows with satisfaction. "Good." She lets out a chuckle. "It's not just me."
Grinning, I ask, "Are those your vows?"
She shakes her head, tears starting to shimmer in her eyes, Her fingers brush over my cheek and jaw, her eyes filling with a look I haven't seen before.
"I can't cook or do anything wives are supposed to do, but I love you, and I'm hoping that will be enough."
The words hit like a Tsunami. Hearing Mariya say she loves me knocks the air from my lungs. I'm so fucking stunned, I can only stare at her.
How the fuck did I not know? How did I miss it?
"It drives me insane," Mariya continues. "I've loved you forever." Unsteady on her feet, she leans heavier into me. "Plus, I'm good in bed." A mischievous smile tugs at her lips. "Really good."
I'm still recovering from the shock of hearing she loves me
when she chuckles, 'I do,' binding herself to me for life.