Ava stared at him intently. This was the same man who was once cold and distant. Yet here he was now, speaking with such tenderness that it left her speechless. If someone had told her back then that Dylan Brooks could love like this, she would have laughed.
But now? She believed every word. She had witnessed the transformation.
Dylan shifted under her unwavering gaze, his brows lifting in mild confusion. "What are you looking at?"
Her lips curled into a mischievous smile. "I'm just picturing you with a bald head and a pot belly. No teeth, wrinkled skin, and struggling to see me through thick glasses."
He chuckled. "But even then, I'll still hold your trembling hands tightly…" He reached out, fingers brushing against hers, "…and kiss you like this."
Before she could respond, he held her chin and leaned in, pressing his lips gently against hers. "And I'll whisper, I love you, Ava," he murmured between kisses.