“Don’t you worry your gorgeous little head.” Callum shoots me that smirk and reaches across the table to grab my hands.
CHAPTER 52
CALLUM
The waiter returns with a wooden box and ask us what salt we would like our steaks cooked with. We both agree on what the chef would recommend, and turns out that is French salt.
Who knew there were so many different kinds of salt?
I can’t help but stare at the gorgeous woman sitting in front of me. Kyra has a feeling I am up to something. I was so nervous earlier, about today, that even my Marine Corps training didn’t help me. The moment I saw her all done up, and then slipped that body in her dress. I knew she was it; there would be no one else for me, and the nerves slipped away.
Our appetizers come out quickly and are so delicious. The mushrooms are stuffed with ricotta and melt in our mouths. Kyra lets out a soft moan that causes my dick to twitch. Willing him down, I take the time to just watch her enjoy her meal. Not tasting much of my own, just enjoying her.
Our main courses are the same. The fillet is cooked to perfection, and the lobster is buttery and soft. This is a sign to get dressed up and take her out more. Kyra deserves the world.
Little does my Sunflower know, but the girls are finishing setting up The Blushing Bean while we are gone. The guys of Devil Dog are definitely being put to work on the heavy lifting. We will have a small party to celebrate our engagement when we get home. Then the plan is for The Blushing Bean open the next day. Well, we will have the opening day party the next night.
We will also have the house done by the time we get back. Secretly, I am pleading to the universe that Kyra will move in with me because I don’t want to be without her. Now she lets me sleep next to her every night.
The waiter rolls a stainless steel cart up to the table. My nerves set back in as I know it’s time. He places a large wooden carving board in front of us and tells us all about each little treat he is placing on the board. There are chocolates, jellies, brownies, and ice cream. A sugar lover's dream. Last but certainly not least, he writes out a special message I asked them to do when I booked the reservation.
“Will you marry me?” Is written out on the board in liquid chocolate. The moment Kyra reads it, her eyes shoot to me with tears in them.
“You are the sunshine in my world, Kyra. You bring light to the darkness. I don’t think I would have survived the transition to the civilian world had I not seen you that Halloween night. I refuse to give you up and will do anything to make your dreams come true. My only dream is to call you my wife?”
My hands shake as I grip her smaller ones in mine. She just nods her head, excitement and panic filling her all at once.
“I need words, Sunflower.” I chuckle, just staring at her. Worried that if I take my eyes from hers, she will change her mind.
“Yes, yes of course. I would love to be your wife.” She blurts out, trying to wipe tears off her face. “Holy fuck. This is not what I thought you were hiding.”
Kyra’s laugh is enough to warm even the most frozen of hearts. She disregards the dessert next to us and jumps onto my lap.
“Shit, the ring.” I laugh. Reaching into my pocket and pull the little box out. The light comes on, allowing the ring to sparkle in all its beautiful glory.
“Oh. My. God.” Kyra’s mouth drops open, and she holds out her shaking left hand. “It’s perfect.”
“Just like you.” I boop her on the nose after I place the ring on her finger.
My back hits our state room door, and Kyra jumps into my arms. I feel my knee give out slightly because we are both drunk. Snagging my cruise key out of my pocket, I open the door before I drop my fiancée.
Yup, that feels good to say.
My fiancée.
As soon as I feel my shins hit the end of the bed, I drop Kyra on her back in the bed. She bounces slightly and squeals.
“Cal, I’m not even naked yet.”
Reaching up under her skirt, I tug her panties down her legs and throw them across the room.
“Now I have access to my favorite part of you,” I say, slightly slurred.
The other passengers wanted to celebrate with us. There were so many shots passed around. The ship crew gave us champagne, and we drank it all. We danced with the live musicians in the atrium and spent time watching the evening show.
Now it’s time to show this woman of mine how much I love her.
“Spread your legs, beautiful.” She complies quickly. I run my nose up her warmth. “Fuck, if I wouldn’t kill someone for smelling you, I would wear your scent like a badge of honor.”
