My Heart Is Yours
"My heart is yours," she whispers. "You know that, right?"
The corner of his mouth twitches up. He looks at her as if he can see right into her soul.
Perhaps he can.
If they really are soul mates, destined to be together, why not be able to read her soul?
He is certain that she can read his.
Either that or she knows him better than even he does.
"I know," he confirms.
She smiles at him.
His insides turn instantly to jello, wobbly and squishy and oh so pleasant.
He rolls over onto his side and props his head up on his hand.
He looks at her, studies her.
She is beautiful.
She is everything he has ever loved.
She is his.
He is flooded with emotion and barely manages to get his next words out.
"And my heart is yours."