Page 126 of Forty, Flirty & F*cked

She turns in my arms, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "I love youtoo, Connor," she says, her voice soft. “That will never change.”

We stand there, wrapped in each other's arms, the city lights twinkling around us before I can’t take it any longer.

I need to know. I need to know now.

“Going back to the ‘you being mine’ part…” I say to her softly. A beat passes before I kiss her hair. “Just to be sure, that was a yes to marrying me, right?”

“Are you asking me if the mind-blowing sex we just had an acceptance of your proposal?”

“Well, when you put it that way…”

She laughs, the sound a sweet melody I’ll never tire of hearing. “I’m pretty sure that was a ‘you’re never going to get rid of me, Connor Reeves’.”

“So, same difference, then? Good.” I wrap her tighter. “That’s exactly what I wanted to hear.”

Ariana kisses me again, the smile growing on her gorgeous face. “Though, I can't make any promises about the synchronized dance routine..."

"The what now?"

But she's already kissing me again, and I forget to care about anything except this moment.

This woman. This forever.

This everything I never knew I needed until a drunk Vegas wedding taught me that some mistakes are actually destiny in disguise.

Though maybe next time with less glittery capes and singing Elvises.

Probably.

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