“Good!” She laughed again. “Or they could be cracks in Heaven.”
“I think, Amy-my-lass, that you and that furtive little mind of your can out-imagine anything I can come up with.”
“My ‘little’ mind?”
“Sorry, your huge brain.”
“You aren’t supposed to notice my brain. You’re supposed to notice my beauty.”
“Is that because according to Georgina I see better than I think?”
“Yes. It is. Oh! Look, Calum! See there. A shooting star! And there’s another! Two shooting stars.” She paused. “I wonder what that means. Two shooting stars in one moment.” She turned toward him. “It has to mean something, don’t you think?”
“Maybe it does.” He wasn’t looking at the stars. He was looking at her.
“What does it mean?”
He leaned forward. “Maybe it’s a way to tell me I should do this.” He leaned forward and kissed her, softly, quietly, as if this kiss was the most important kiss he’d ever given.
She slid her arms up and around his neck, let her fingers play in his hair. His arms pulled her against him and he rolled with her onto the grass.
His kiss was thorough and changed quickly from a tender kiss to a passionate one. He filled her mouth with his tongue and groaned when she scored her fingers through his hair and pressed her mouth closer to his.
The kiss went on forever. It made her dizzy and lightheaded and she was glad he held her so tightly. He pulled his mouth away but skimmed his lips across her cheeks and to her ear.
“You’re so sweet, Amy-my-lass, so sweet.”
“Oh, Calum, don’t stop kissing me. Please, kiss me again and don’t stop.”
His mouth was on hers the moment she asked and he pressed her deeply into the grass. She linked her arms around his neck and his hands moved from her back and shoulders down her ribs, then up to gently cup her breasts.
Chills raced down her whole body and she felt as if she were flying. She gasped into his mouth and then kissed him back the way he had kissed her.
He gave an aching moan in response. Long minutes later he broke off the kiss and laid his forehead on her shoulder. His breathing was rapid and it took him a long time to control it.
Finally he took a deep breath and threw back his head, staring up at the sky as if he needed to.
She traced the strained muscles in his neck with one slow finger. “So tell me what it means when there are two shooting stars.”
He looked down at her, moved his hands to cradle her face as he looked at her with such naked longing she wondered if it was really there or if it was just the starshine playing tricks on her because she wanted to see that look there in those dark blue eyes of his.
“I know what it means, lass.”
“What?”
He smiled down at her. “When you see two shooting stars, over a river, on a fall night, that means, afterward, the first man you kiss will be your husband.”
“Husband?”
“Aye.”
“You’re teasing me, Calum.”
“No. I’m asking you to marry me.”
She stared up at him and thought she was going to do something really stupid like cry. “I’m going to cry.”
“Could you give me an answer first?”
