Page 27 of Spring Break with a Billionaire

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I look out the window as the plane lands, we are flying private and it has been an easy flight, but I thought we didn’t have any stops until we were overseas.

“Why did we land?” I ask Cameron.

“Um, we’re here.”

“Where?”

“Love Beach…” he says, watching my face closely.

“I thought…”

“I wanted us to return to where we fell in love. I know we’ve been back to see Natalie and Luke, but this trip is about us. They don’t know we’re here, and if I have my way, they won’t find out.”

“You’re crazy!” I exclaim. “What if I was upset we aren’t really going to Ireland?”

“Are you?”

“Of course not. I just want to be with you,” I respond with a smile.

When we arrive at the cottage, I can’t help but take a deep breath, inhaling the salty air that smells like so many unforgettable moments. The house is just as I remember it, cozy and warm, nestled right on the sand. The memories of that first day we met, the day Cameron changed everything for me, flood my mind, and I feel a deep sense of gratitude for the life we’ve built since then.

Cameron takes my hand as we step inside, and I look up at him, my heart swelling with love. “I can’t believe we’re here,” I whisper.

“It feels right, doesn’t it?” he says, his voice soft and full of emotion. “This is where we started. This is where everything began for us.”

“It is,” I say softly, my fingers tightening around his. “I’m so glad we’re back.”

We spend the day exploring the beach, revisiting the places we visited during that first trip—places that hold so many memories for us. We walk along the shore, hand in hand, laughing at old jokes and making new ones, taking pictures, and holding each other close. There’s a comfort in being here, in the simplicity of being with him, and I’m reminded once again of how lucky I am.

As the sun sets, Cameron leads me to a small beachside restaurant for dinner. The table is set on a quiet patio, a perfect spot to watch the sun dip below the horizon. The atmosphere is intimate, romantic, and it feels like we’re the only two people in the world.

We order dinner and wine, enjoying each other’s company, talking about everything and nothing at all. The laughter flows easily, the conversation deepening as we talk about the future, about our plans, our hopes, and the life we want to build together.

When the night falls, Cameron takes my hand, pulling me gently toward the beach. The moon is bright overhead, casting silver light on the water, and the sound of the waves crashing against the shore fills the air with a peaceful rhythm.

We walk silently, side by side, the cool sand beneath our feet, and Cameron stops in front of me, turning to face me with a serious expression.

“Cricket,” he says, his voice soft but full of certainty, “one year ago, I didn’t know how my life was going to change. But meeting you, falling in love with you, has been the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I don’t ever want to be without you.”

My heart races as I look up at him, feeling the weight of his words settle deeply within me. “Cameron,” I whisper, my voice trembling slightly, “I feel the same way. I never thought I could love someone like this, but you’ve shown me what real love is. And I’m not going anywhere either.”

He takes a deep breath, his hand reaching for mine. “Cricket, will you marry me?”

Tears fill my eyes as I stare at him, my heart swelling with love and joy. “Yes,” I whisper, my voice shaking with emotion. “Yes, Cameron. I will.”

Cameron exhales a shaky breath of relief, a laugh caught somewhere between joy and disbelief. “Yeah?” he says, voice rough. “You mean that?”

I nod, tears spilling freely now, but I’m smiling so wide I can barely speak. “Yes. God, yes.”

He pulls me into his arms, lifting me off my feet as I wrap mine around his waist, our laughter caught between the tearful gasps of two people who didn’t know they could have this kind of happiness—this kind ofhome.He kisses my cheek, my jaw, the corner of my mouth, until I find his lips and press mine to his, full of emotion and certainty and promise.

The kiss deepens quickly. His hands frame my face, thumbs brushing away tears as his mouth claims mine with a mixture of reverence and hunger. I kiss him like I never want to stop.

His body is warm and solid against mine, grounding me, thrilling me. I can feel his heart racing beneath my palms, feel his breath catch when I whisper his name into the space between kisses.

“I love you,” I murmur, voice thick with emotion.

He presses his forehead to mine, his breath shaky. “I love you, too. So damn much, Cricket.”

We kiss again, slower now, like we’re memorizing the shape of forever in each other’s arms. His hands trail down to my waist, pulling me close, anchoring me to the moment. And I let him. I let myself fall completely, without fear or hesitation.

Because this man, this strong, quiet, fiercely loyal man, is mine…and I’m his.

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