After the Kiss Page 39
She glanced up into his navy eyes, reading both the hope that she’d say yes and the panic that she’d say no.
It was soon. And crazy . . .
The thoughts racing through her head slowly came together to form one cohesive picture. Of her, and Mitchell . . . maybe a whole fleet of cross-country-running toddlers.
She let herself try on the image for size. Hell, wasn’t that what she’d been doing over the past few weeks? Trying Mitchell on for size and realizing that he fit her perfectly?
And knowing he always would?
Julie smiled up at him, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
“That’s a yes?” he asked.
“Yeah,” she said softly, sliding her hand into his hair and pulling his head toward hers. “That’s a yes.”
He kissed her under the setting sun, right there for the world to see, and Julie’s heart soared with the perfection of the moment.
Now this was a story worth telling.