He grabs both my hands into his and brings them to his lips before dropping a soft kiss against them. “I love you so much, Harley.”
“Swoon,” someone says.
“You know me. I’m a greedy bastard. Having you as my girlfriend isn’t enough.”
He drops to one knee.
Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God.
A lump forms in my throat as the threat of tears tingles my nose. I wiggle it to keep the floodgates from opening.
“Harley, when I said I wanted you to help me write the last page of my book, I meant it.”
A riot of emotions courses through me, causing my lower lip to tremble.
“Loving you healed something inside me I didn’t even know needed healing.”
A tear rolls down my cheek.
“I know you sometimes think you’re a hot mess, but I’d rephrase that. You’re hot, plain and simple.”
A small laugh bubbles out of me.
He winks. “And I have no problem being in love with your beautiful mess. There isn’t anyone in this world I’d rather spend the rest of my life with.”
His sweet words touch the deepest parts of my soul.
My tears are free flowing.
He attempts to brush them away, but it’s in vain.
Other than my boyfriend’s beautiful words filling the bookstore, it’s as if everyone here is holding their breath.
I find my voice. “Falling in love with you, Kaz, was like going blind into a book without reading the blurb, not knowing it will become your next book hangover and your fave read of all time.”
“So, it’s a happy ever after for us.”
“I’m yours forever.” I smile.
“Good because I want to wake up every day wrapped around you,” he says. “I want to protect you, cherish you, and worship you. I’m yours, Harley. Forever.”
Forget about being an author, this guy is a poet.
“Harley McKenzie Lancaster, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”
“I want nothing more than to be yours forever, Kaz.”
He stands up and embraces me in his arms. “You’ve made me the happiest man on earth.” He crushes my lips in a passionate kiss to the soundtrack of roaring applause.
My feet are no longer touching the ground.
He pulls away from me, but I’m still floating.
“I can’t propose without a ring?—”
“It’s okay?—”
“It isn’t. My girl deserves a rock.”
