“Told you. It looked more beautiful in the daylight,” he said, nuzzling my neck with his arms wrapped around me.

All I could do was nod.

“So, this is where we are going to spend our day?” I glanced up at him, finally tearing my eyes off the house.

“You love it, right?” he asked, getting an immediate nod from me. Tightening his hold on me, he gently pecked my lips. “Then not just a day, this is where we’re going to spend the rest of our lives.”

My heart skipped. A warmth surged through my chest. The thing that he thought about a future with me made me feel all tingly.

“S-so, you bought this house for our future?” I blinked away the moisture in my eyes.

He nodded, stormy gray eyes set on me. “For our future.”

I bit my lip. “So, the bedroom with the balcony above the rose garden will be mine? I’ll be staying there with you?”

A husky chuckle reverberated through his chest. His eyes held amusement. “Yes, only my Rosebud’s. That’ll be our bedroom. And,” his voice dropped low as he brushed his lips against mine, “you’re the one who’s going to be sleeping in that bed with me, every night, my rose.”

Slapping his shoulder, I pushed him away and pouted. “You’re so mean! That means you were talking about me when you mentioned about your future wife sharing that bedroom with you? You were purposely making me jealous!”

I still remembered the jealousy and hurt I felt when he talked about his future wife and having a family with her. I thought he was talking about someone else. This prick!

“I didn’t mean to make you feel that way, baby. You just couldn’t understand my hint. All you had to do was just look into my eyes. And you’d know who I was talking about.” The intensity of his gaze made my heart flip.

I rolled my eyes.

“So, you were jealous, huh?” he teased, pulling me in.

With my lips still formed into a pout, I played with his shirt’s button. “Yes. Because you’re mine. No one else can be your wife except me.”

He took a sharp inhale, staring deep into my soul. “You want to be my wife?”

A blush rose to my cheeks. Even though he made his intentions clear this morning, he wanted to hear it from my mouth.

“Yes.”

“You know, that means you’ll have to spend the rest of your life with me. You’ll be stuck with me forever because I’m not letting you go.” He cupped my chin.

“Great. I’m not planning to go anywhere, anyway.”

A vulnerability flashed across his eyes, his grip tightened on me, pulling me closer. “Promise me? Promise me you’ll never leave me.”