Chapter TEN ANDRES

Holy. Shit.

We were really doing this.

The second Ellie agreed to my demands, I put this whole thing into motion. I planned everything. The whole wedding.

Yeah, Ellie had a say, but she seemed content to just say I do in a courthouse.

Not me. I knew this was the only time I was ever getting married. I didn’t want to run away and elope. I wanted to celebrate it.

To celebrate her.

Maybe it was backwards to start out this way. But Ellie Maxwell, soon to be Ramirez, was mine.

From the second I saw her, I’d claimed her. Even if only in my mind.

I knew Ellie Maxwell was made for me.

The one time I made love to her was stamped inside my brain. That experience was unforgettable.

Yeah, I claimed Ellie with my body. And I couldn’t fucking wait to do it again.

But first, right now, before our friends and family, I was going to claim her with words. Announcing my vow to her, promising before God and the whole fucking universe that this woman was mine.

She is mine.