"Yes," she whispered. "I'm falling in love with you. Which is insane because we're practically strangers. Because I'm living in someone else's body. Because this isn't even my WORLD—"
Jacob closed the distance between them and kissed her.
Soft. Sweet. Genuine.
Not possessive or demanding like before. Just... tender.
When he pulled back, his hands cupped her face gently, his thumbs wiping away her tears.
"I don't care," he said simply.
"You don't care that I'm not really your wife?"
"You ARE my wife. You've been my wife for six months. The woman I married—the original Lily Martin—I never knew her. We had one awkward dinner before Grandfather pressured me into the wedding. But YOU—"
His expression softened impossibly.
