Her brows knitted.
"I knew the first time I kissed you on the hotel stairs. I knew the first time I made love to you."
"And I don't ever…ever want to lose you."
Ivy's throat tightened. Her vision blurred. "Uh… I'm going to say something you do not like to hear right now," she said. "But honestly, I don't give a shit."
"What—"
"I love you."
"God, Ivy…" He chuckled.
Before either of them could second-guess it, she closed the distance, throwing her arms around his cold, dripping body and pressing her lips to his. His hands came up, tangling in her wet hair, pulling her closer.
When they finally broke apart, both breathless, Ivy rested her forehead against his chest. "Oh my God," she murmured, noticing the tremor still shaking through him. "You're shivering."
"I'm fine," he said stubbornly.
"Liar," she shot back, brushing her thumb across his cheek. "Come on, before you catch pneumonia and make me a widow before I even get a ring."
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