He nodded and smiled then leaned forward and kissed me. “Walk with me on the beach?”
“I’d love to.”
I smiled as he took my hand.
Epilogue
Taylor
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Six months later…
I held out my hand again, looking at my gorgeous engagement ring.
It sparkled and twinkled against the bright lights that lit up the hall.
There were so many people here for the Christmas ball. I looked forward to this event every year.
This year was different because I’d gotten the chance to plan it with my husband-to-be, my new business consultant.
While Dylan still worked with his father and things went to plan as they both hoped, he worked for me too, and this event was looking like it was going to be our best ever.
The theme this year wasIce. There were ice sculptures and an ice bar. Everything we could get that was made of ice was here, and it looked near enough close to what I thought it would look like walking around in Narnia or on Frozen.
It was a combination of our ideas, and I loved it. Just like everything else we did.
Dylan proposed to me last month. He took me to Paris and asked me to be his forever under the stars of the Parisian sky. I’d felt like the woman who had everything in that moment, and since then, I literally walked like I was floating on a cloud of happiness.
I smiled when I saw him walking toward me. I’d been standing by the drinks table looking at everyone dancing.
He’d been talking with my parents near the ice sculptures.
He slipped his arm around me when he got up to me and leaned in close to give me a kiss.
“I think it’s time to go,” he whispered into my ear. “Everything’s perfect here.”
“I think I’m inclined to agree with you, but wouldn’t it be bad of us to leave in the middle of the party?” I giggled when he placed hot kisses down the side of my neck.
“It would be rude, but I have this vision of you naked on my bed. You with the moonlight beaming off your perfect body and me devouring you.” His warm breath caressed my skin, heating up my insides with the passion and desire of which he spoke. I couldn’t help but imagine his perfect body too, and me devouring him.
“Imagine it, Taylor. Hot, right?” he added with a smirk. “So, I’m going to insist that we leave now, or we’ll end up in a closet again.”
“A closet, oh my goodness.” I giggled. “That wouldn’t be good.”
“No, I already checked. They have thin walls here.” He released me and walked backwards with a smile. “You coming, soon-to-be Mrs. Patterson akamy girl?”
“Yes, Mr. Patterson. I’m all yours.”
I was all his, and he was mine.
Knowing that completed me.
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