I fucking love you!” He grabbed each side of my face, <br />slamming his lips against mine. “I love you so much, <br />Pigeon,” he said, kissing me over and over. <br />“Just remember that in fifty years when I’m still kicking <br />your ass in poker,” I giggled. <br />He smiled, triumphant. “If it means sixty or seventy <br />years with you, Baby…you have my full permission to <br />do your worst.” <br />I raised one eyebrow, “You’re gonna regret that.” <br />“You wanna bet?” <br />I smiled with as much deviance as I could muster.