Jeannée Sacken

Later, much later, he holds me against his chest, stroking my back. “Do you still want to do it today?”

You mean, get married?”

He kisses the side of my head. “That’s exactly what I mean.”

Should I be honest? Yeah, that would probably be best. Cerelli deserves nothing less. “I’m scared. Terrified.” I don’t know what else to say.

“Smart woman.” He combs my hair away from my face. “I think we’ll be fine. A lot of rock and roll ahead of us, but in the end, we’ll be fine.”

“But there are no guarantees.”

“There aren’t.”