Chapter 37

Mark had looked into my eyes and said, “Forever, Quinn.”

And I’d replied, “Forever, Mark.”

At the time, it had been safe, it had been enough, but now… now he’d said if he bought red roses—the symbol of love—I was the only one to whom he would give them.

Perhaps it was time to stop playing it safe, to admit our deeper feelings.

However, when I told Mark I loved him, I didn’t want to be on the verge of falling asleep and I didn’t want Mark to think it was simply the result of amazing sex.

I closed my eyes. No, I wouldn’t sleep, but I could lose myself in thoughts of my lover.

Eight hours after our flight departed from Dulles, it landed at Heathrow. We deplaned, went through passport control, picked up our luggage at baggage claim, and went through customs, then found our transportation, a complimentary Mercedes that had been waiting for us at the airport.