He gently slides the heavy silver cuff over my wrist. It fits flawlessly, resting cool and solid against my skin before rapidly absorbing my body heat.
"I love it, Locke," I say softly, my voice thick with emotion. I turn my wrist in the firelight, watching the silver gleam. “And I love you. I’m never taking it off."
"You better not," he murmurs, his eyes darkening with a sudden, potent heat that makes my stomach flip in the best way possible. “I love you too, baby.”
He frames my jaw with both of his massive, calloused hands, tilting my chin up. When his mouth comes down on mine, it’s no longer just sweet or gentle. The kiss is deep, hungry, and full of a quiet, burning passion that makes my head spin.
I let out a soft gasp against his lips, wrapping my arms tightly around his neck, pu
