Emmett, hearing her words, relaxed at once, his grip tightening as he pulled her into his arms with a soft smile. “Wife, you really love me, don’t you?”
He lifted her gently, laying her on the bed, his eyes gleaming as he leaned over her. “From now on, you have to keep loving me like this, okay?”
Athena’s gaze lingered on him, and with a teasing smile, she asked, “What if I fall out of love?”
“You won’t,” he murmured, kissing her eyelids tenderly.
“Neither will I,” he added, his voice lowering. “Remember what we said before: whoever falls out of love first will be struck by lightning.”
Athena let out a soft laugh, the sound like music in the quiet room.
For the first time, she reached up and gently ruffled his hair, her touch tender. “Yes, struck by lightning.”
For some reason, Emmett felt a stirring unease, an instinctive sense that Athena had uncovered something, something he had hoped she wouldn’t.
But it didn’t matter, not anymore. He only had to endure a little longer.