Page 121 of Sleigh Bells and Snowstorms
“Not exactly.” He kissed the tip of my nose. “There’s one more thing I have for you.”
The song ended, and “White Christmas” began. We kept dancing for a moment until he released my hand and reached behind his back. Whatever he had for me must have been tucked into his pants.
He produced a small black box. There was only one thing that could be.
I gasped. Jensen grinned.
“Natalie, my love.” He opened the box as he lowered himself onto one knee. It held a vintage-style diamond ring. “Will you be my wife and make me the happiest man alive?”
Pressing my lips together so I wouldn’t cry, I nodded. I couldn’t seem to get a word out. Finally, my yes broke free. “Yes. Yes, I’ll marry you.”
With that sexy grin that still made my stomach flutter, he took out the ring and slipped it on my finger.
“You didn’t steal this, did you?”
He laughed a little as he stood. “No.”
I threw my arms around his neck. He held me close, pressing me against him as he leaned in to kiss me deeply. He tasted like champagne and adventure and love.
It wasn’t long before the only thing I was wearing was his ring. Our bodies came together in the soft light of the Christmas tree, and it was every bit as incredible as our first time. Maybe even better.
Because now, we had more. We were madly in love and fiercely dedicated to each other.
I never would have guessed that the sexy and mysterious stranger I’d met the year before would turn out to be the love of my life. I’d more or less given up on that ever happening. But Jensen had blown into my life like a storm, and nothing would ever be the same.
He was mine, and I was his. We were lovers, partners, and best friends. And we were going to spend the rest of our lives together.
He was truly the best Christmas present ever.
