An Ounce of Hope (A Pound of Flesh #2)(120)

“Right now?”

“Right now.”

Max glanced at her glorious mouth, slightly open, lips wet, and cocked an eyebrow, pretending to consider it. She narrowed her eyes playfully but, before she could say anything, Max cupped the other side of her face, leaned down, and kissed her. She hummed into him, grasping his arms, causing Max to lose himself in her taste and her touch all over again.

He was vaguely aware of cheering and whoops that sounded suspiciously like Riley, Tate, and Carter, but he couldn’t have cared less.

All he cared about was the woman wrapped in his arms, whispering her love for him, and the overwhelming sensation of hope that began to bloom among all the parts of him that belonged to his Grace.