“Worried about me?”
With just his left arm, Kenneth hoisted Emily onto his back like it was nothing. His back was broad and warm, the sunset washed everything in gold, and the sidewalk was crowded with people, but in that moment, it felt like it was just the two of them.
Emily glanced up and met his eyes, playful and a little teasing. Her heart felt strangely cozy. She bit her lip and spoke quietly. “Charlotte says the antidote will be ready in three days.”
Kenneth turned his head to look at her, their eyes meeting. He smiled, a little crooked. “Let’s see you try to deny things once you finally get your memory back.”
“And what if I never do?” Emily tilted her head, letting out a sleepy yawn as she rested on his back.
“I’ll just win you over again,” Kenneth replied, his voice low as he adjusted her a little higher, making sure she was comfortable.
Emily breathed in, catching the subtle scent of his cologne. She parted her lips and asked, “And what if I don’t like you?”
Kenneth’s step faltered for a split second. He stole a glance at her, and his smile faded into something more serious, his voice dropping lower. “Then I’ll just have to steal you away.”
Steal her? Emily was confused for a second, trying to figure out what he meant.
“No matter what,” Kenneth said, “we only have two options.”
She met his eyes, waiting to hear what he’d say.
“Either I’m your husband,” he said, “or you’re my wife.”
Emily was speechless. She finally managed to mumble, “You…”
“What about me?” Kenneth’s pace stayed steady, carrying her with ease.
“You’re seriously shameless,” Emily said, rolling her eyes even though she was smiling now.
“Anthony told me that if you want a wife, you better not care about saving face.” Kenneth grinned, completely confident. “I think he’s right.”

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