My hand begins to quiver when he takes a step toward me and places one hand above my head. His gaze is severe and intense as he looks at me.
"I've already agreed to marry you, Autumn." He says. "I'm not a man that goes back on his word. This wedding is happening."
I bite my lip, and his gaze lowers to it—my breath hitches at the look in his eyes. I must have imagined it. Atticus would never look at me with heat like that. But he did earlier as well. Didn't he? When I'd barely had any clothes on and my breasts were exposed to him.
I try to breathe through the intense emotions in my heart. I had to be imagining this.
"Why did you agree to marry me?" I ask him. "Just a few hours ago, you hated the idea of it. What could have possibly made you change your mind so quickly?"
He sighs, "
