“Don’t need a ring. Just you. Just need you.” She nudged his head up, nipping along his jaw and trying to suck a mark there. Of course it faded, but she tried anyway.
“You’ll always have me, I promise. I want to grow old with you, Summer,” he whispered tenderly, before groaning and arching up into her lips, his fingers sliding down to curl around her hips.
They made love slowly by the fire, whispering sweet promises among the kisses and moans. Summer dragged her nails down his back, leaving marks that healed in minutes, and whimpered his name every time she came. At last they lay tangled together, damp with sweat and smiling at each other like idiots.