Page 90 of Slow Burn
Once outside an endless stretch of green hills greeted us. The moment we'd arrived in the small Irish town two nights ago, I'd fallen in love. I couldn't wait to come back and explore.
Still holding onto my hand, Adam turned left, taking us away from the overexcited guests gushing over the bride and groom. It wasn't long before we reached the edge of the cliff overlooking the town.
With a happy sigh, I wrapped my free hand around Adam's thick bicep and leaned my head against his shoulder. As beautiful and peaceful as the landscape was, it had nothing on the feeling I felt standing there next to the man I loved.
The man that would catch me every single time I fell.
Adam pressed a soft kiss to the top of my head before he detangled himself from my hold and wordlessly dropped down on one knee.
My heart picked up speed, furiously slamming against my ribs. Was he…? I got my answer when he reached into his back pocket and pulled out a little velvet box.
Instantly, my hands flew to my face and yelled out, "Yes!" before he could utter a single word.
Those dark eyes narrowed in my direction, lips curving upward as he dryly remarked, "I haven't asked yet."
Unable to contain my excitement, I hopped from one foot to the other. "I know. Sorry." Scrunching up my nose, I squeaked out, "You can ask now."
With a soft chuckle, he shook his head. "The moment is kind of gone." Bracing one hand on his knee, he pushed to his feet. I was wrapped up in his strong arms barely a second later. "So you wanna spend the rest of your life with me?"
My hands smoothed up his chest and over those massive shoulders. "I thought you'd never ask."
He graced me with the most brilliant smile right before he crashed his mouth to mine and stole the breath from my lungs.
Yeah, I had no doubt I was going to be living my best damn life.
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"Well, that's just great."
Scrunching up my nose, my angry glare flicked between my hand and kitchen bench. Or more specifically, the sticky white stuff covering both.
With a shake of my head, I muttered, "Who knew such a tiny hole could produce such a big mess. I mean, really." Still shaking my head, I swiped my clean index finger through the gloop on the bench before sticking said finger into my mouth. "Mmm, at least it tastes good."
Actually, it tasted better than good. It might have even been the best batch of elderflower frosting I'd made. And now no one was going to get to taste it.
Giving the mess one last longing look, I spun around to wash my hands.
I'd made it three steps when my dress's hidden pocket started buzzing obnoxiously. My poor heart almost gave out. Because I was incapable of thinking through the wild thundering behind my ribs, I smacked my dirty palm against my chest.
Slowly removing my hand, I eyed the white stain on my right boob before throwing my head back and shooting daggers at the ceiling. "Are you freaking kidding me right now?"
In all honesty, I probably should have known better than to try to get in a little baking two hours before I had to meet my date. I'd just been so damn inspired to try out the new recipe I'd come up with.
Pear muffins with a generous amount of frosting squeezed into the center.
It would've been so perfect with an elderflower gin cocktail.
What wasn't perfect was my little black dress with a palm-sized smudge on it.
The stupid buzzing finally died down long enough for me to start walking again. My relief was short-lived because yet again I only made it a few steps before the thing started up.
Muttering a few very unladylike curses under my breath, I fished out my phone. My BFF's name flashing in big bold letters. With a quick flick of my thumb, I swiped the green button and held the device against my ear. "This better be good, Maddie-Cakes. I just made my boob sticky, and it's all your fault."
There were a few seconds of silence before, "Where are you?" her tone was serious, too serious. No, not serious, scared. My friend sounded scared.
