"I am yours—in this life, the next life, and every life after that. Is that okay?"
Sienna Johnson cradled his face and kissed the corner of his lips, cajoling this childish man. She really couldn't figure out what on earth had gotten into him. Didn't she just comment on how sexy and attractive she finds him when he wears glasses? And now he was just making a mountain out of a molehill.
What happened to the trust they'd agreed upon? Where did it go?
"Am I the only one in your heart?"
How insecure must one be to ask such a question, and not for the first time either?
"No!" Sienna pondered for a moment, then gave Adrian Desmond a response that spiked his agitation.
Adrian Desmond's face turned gloomy instantly, resembling the sky before a storm. The darkness seemed to open its huge mouth, ready to devour her.
"Oh, is that so? Who else is there? Tell me!" He swore he'd make her cherish only his memory.
Aren't dead people just meant to be remembered?!
