Wyatt stares at me… surprise and amusement on his face. His hands reach out and grab me by the hips, pulling me back down on the couch with him. He maneuvers our bodies until I’m under him and he’s planted firmly between my legs, supporting his weight on his elbows.
“We at least agree on one thing, right?” he asks with a grin.
“What’s that?” I ask petulantly. “That you’re a stubborn mule?”
Wyatt laughs, leaning down to nuzzle my neck. When he pulls back, his face is serious… filled with utter devotion. “No… we both at least agree that we love each other. That little tidbit seemed to get lost in the conversation we just had.”
My lips purse and then break out into a grin. “Yeah… that is definitely something we both agree on.”
His lips touch mine… whisper soft. I open up, and then he kisses me long and slow. My heart swells with so much love that I feel it might burst within my chest.
Wyatt pulls away from me. His eyes pin me in place. “I love you, Andrea. I think we’ll be able to figure this out.”
I raise my hand, bring my fingers to his temple, and then thread my fingers backward through his hair. He arches into my touch and his eyes close.
“I love you beyond measure, Wyatt. You’re my destiny, so yes, I know we’ll be able to figure this out.”
Wyatt jerks slightly and his eyes snap open in surprise. “What did you say?”
“That we’ll figure this out.”
“No… before that?”
“That you’re my destiny. Don’t you feel it? With everything we’ve been through together… how we found each other. It’s supposed to be.”
“Destiny,” he repeats with amazement.
“You and I are supposed to be,” I murmur. “It’s destiny.”
He leans down. Another soft kiss. Another sweet smile. “Yeah, baby. It’s destiny.”