“I haven’t even asked you yet.”
I fling myself on top of him, tackling him to the ground, much to the amusement of everyone around us. With all the layering and cold weather gear we’re wearing, it’s like trying to hug and kiss a marshmallow.
“I don’t care. The answer is still yes!”
Snow speckles his forehead and rosy cheeks. His eyes bright with love. His dimpled smile wide and carefree. I love this wonderfully complicated man with all my heart.
“A million times yes,” I say, tears of pure joy wetting the loose strands of my hair that are plastered to my face by my knit hat. “I love you, Mason McIntyre.”
Mason kisses me with an unrestrained passion that could melt the falling snow, while simultaneously pulling the glove off my left hand and sliding the gorgeous diamond solitaire onto it.
“And I love you, soon-to-be Mrs. Aria McIntyre. Always and forever.”
No sweeter words have ever been spoken.
THE END
