Page 131 of Only for Love

“We are.”

Weare.God.Shit, shoot, shit. My heart can’t take too much more of a good thing.

This guy nails us with everything he says every time he tries. I can barely breathe through the rush of happiness. I’m choking on surprise tears and throwing my arms around his neck. “Of course I want to marry you.”

His body shifts as his arm reaches down, below our chair, and his hand returns with a small box. He flips the lid open with his thumb, and there shines in the moonlight the most perfect ring. It’s not classic—it doesn’t have a single diamond—but it’s so me.

“For you, baby.” He pulls me to his mouth, and I kiss him, packing as much emotion as I can convey. The camera slides to my side, and my hands clutch his face. He drops the ring box between us, and his fingers thread into my hair, tugging just enough to make it hurt, just enough to make me bite his lips.

“I’ve always wanted to be your wife.”

“Good answer,” he growls.

“Now,I promise you, it’s time to take me inside.”

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