QUOTE : I’m the writer, but it seems like you always know what to say to me,” I tell her softly. “Is that so?” She kisses my chin and cups one side of my face. “I think you’re just sweet talking me now with all that . . . chocolate charm.” Haven’t heard that in a long time. I was a cocky son of a bitch back then. In many ways, I probably still am. “Oh, no.” I turn to kiss the inside of her wrist. “If I was spitting game, I’d say something like this. A storm could come, the winds will blow The rain can wash away But what we have will stand forever, to last another day. The world can rail, their weapons clatter Let them wage their wars But peace I’ve found, and all that matters Everything here in your arms.” “Wow,” Bristol whispers, eyes wide, mouth softened into a smile. “That isn’t Neruda, is it? Who wrote that?” I tip up her chin and lay my lips against hers. No need to tell her yet that it could be part of my wedding vows. “Just something I’m working on.