“I’m supposed to be the one who proposes,” I grumble while slipping his ring onto his finger. “I hate you for beating me to this.”
“You pursued me in the beginning. I had to be the one who proposed first.”
I glide my hand across his nape and pull his forehead to mine again. His fingers stroke my hair as we breathe each other in.
This is the happiest moment of my life and I want to soak in it for as long as possible.
“The rest of our lives, huh, baby?”
He nods, lips curling into the most gorgeous smile. “The rest of our lives, baby.”
“I wouldn’t have it with anyone but you.” My mouth reaches for his and I kiss him slower this time, taking my fill of him.
I love this man with everything I have and don’t have.
I love him with my sane and insane parts.
He’s my lotus flower.
My Prince Charming.
The love of my life.
Mine.
THE END