Heiko, sensing the spike in her emotions, chuckled deeply. “Ah, judging by your reaction, I’d say you’re thinking about it now.”
“Stop,” she whispered, flustered, looking at the floor, though a smile tugged at her lips.
He stepped closer, his voice dropping to a playful murmur. “And don’t worry about the travel. I’ll handle it. All of it. You just need to pack.”
Before she could protest further, he swept her effortlessly into his arms, her soft gasp swallowed by his laughter. She clutched his shoulder instinctively.
“Heiko—what are you—”
“About that honeymoon…” he said, already walking toward the bed.
She giggled despite herself, her earlier sadness easing as she melted into his embrace. Whatever challenges lay ahead, one truth remained—he was hers, and she was his.
And for tonight
