Water dripped from my dark hair down my jaw. The warm blue pool light danced on the wet tiles around us.
I held Sienna close against my chest. Her hands rested soft on my wet shoulders. The night was quiet. No boards. No lawyers. No family trusts.
I looked into her dark, shining eyes. I had to ask. I needed to know.
"Sienna," I whispered, my voice rough over the sound of the pool water. "Tell me the truth. If our one-year contract disappeared right now... if the paper was gone tonight... would you still choose me?"
I thought she might pause. I thought she might blink or look away. A question like that was heavy. It was real.
Instead, a soft, beautiful smile spread across her face.
"Yes," she said right away, her voice clear and sure. "I would choose you. But I do not want to rush int
