"You're mine," he murmurs, brushing a blond curl out of the bluest eyes he's ever seen.
"You sound surprised," Carla smiles at him – that quirky little grin that makes his heart melt – and kisses the tip of his nose.
Boone can't help but smile back. Soft sunshine paints the walls of their tiny motel room, covering the cracks and warming the air.
"I still can't believe a country boy like me managed to catch the eye of the most beautiful girl in Vegas."
She laughs at that, and swats at him, but he doesn't miss the pink tinge on her cheeks.
"Flatterer."
"It's true," he says, skimming his fingertips over the pale skin of her upper arm.
"I could lie here for the rest of my life," she says after a few moments. "Just the two of us."
"So could I," he replies, and kisses her.