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“If I ever get married,” she twirled a few locks of hair around, “I want to wear them too”

I stepped closer and bent down, touching my nose to her “What do you mean if?”

“I don’t know If”

“Juliet, the day I onna marry you”

Her mouth fell open “What?”

My fingers grazed her chin, tipping her head back I sed hard “I need soet my life sorted Graduate Find a job so I can take care of you the way you deserve But yeah, then we’re getting married”

She placed her hand on her hip and tilted her head “That sounds more like a statement than a question”

My lips quirked at the challenge in her voice “I’m not ready to ask you, yet”

She went up on tiptoes and slipped an arers into my hair “You don’t need to take care of me We’ll take care of each other”

I didn’t have a chance to respond She leaned in and kissed me Slow and soft

That sweet kiss saved me, because I had no words

“Where are we going to live?” she whispered when she backed away

“Near wherever you’re going to college, I guess”

“You’re not going to college?”

I snorted “Not likely”

“Your grades are even better than , ould you want to do?”

“So outdoors maybe Or a pilot”

“You don’t like being caged in”

“Nope Hate it Hate not having any damn control over my life”

She wrapped her ar ht “We will one day, Roman I promise”

Christ, I couldn’t breathe I liked the sound of we I’d never been part of a we before I slippedthem and stuff”

She gave me a curious look

“One of the foster faer They fostered a bunch of kids and owned a garage Used to race cars on the weekends So out in the garage and help out after school”