Aurora's POV
Oliver didn't pull away. Instead, he tightened his grip on my waist, pulling me so close that I could feel the steady, powerful rhythm of his heart against my own. He leaned down, his lips brushing the shell of my ear, sending a fresh wave of electricity through my skin.
"Who else would it be, Aurora?" he murmured, his voice thick with possession. "I don't say 'I love you' to just anyone. If there are going to be five little troublemakers making my life difficult, I want them to have your eyes. I want them to have your stubborn pride."
I looked up at him, my eyes searching his. The teasing glint was still there, but beneath it was a deep, unwavering seriousness. He was giving me an out, a way to keep things light, but he was also laying his soul bare.
