“Yes. I couldn’t imagine my life without you.”
His lips crash down on mine, and everything fades into the background. It’s just me and him. Zac Kincaid. My fiancé.
A quiet peace washes over me as I claim my man forever.
When we pull apart, both of us breathing heavily, we stare at each other, neither of us sure what the next move is. Zac glances down at the ring before pulling it out.
“Is it okay?” I ask, unsure of myself all of a sudden.
He slides it onto his finger with shaking hands, then holds it out. “It’s perfect. You chose it for me.”
I bite my lip, giving him a sheepish look. “Milly helped. You have no idea how overwhelming it was. There were so many fucking options it made my head spin. I almost had a panic attack just setting foot in the jewellery store.”
He snorts a laugh. “I wish I could’ve seen that. Wait…” His steel-blue eyes meet mine. “Milly actually kept this a secret from me? How long has she known?”
My lips tug into a smirk. “Three months.”
“Holy shit, that’s impressive.” His laugh is incredulous. “My sister is theworstat keeping secrets.”
I lift his hand to my lips and kiss his knuckles. “We should call your family. They’ll be waiting.”
He arches a brow. “Mum and Dad know, too?”
“They were the first,” I say with a nod. “I asked for their permission.”
Zac cups my cheek. “How did I get so lucky?”
Warmth blooms through my chest, and I close the distance between us, kissing him again.
“I’m the lucky one,” I murmur against his lips. “You said yes.”
He grins and slips his phone from his pocket, pulling up his mum’s contact and pressing the FaceTime icon. The call connects, and Isabelle’s already crying before Zac even gets the words out. Adam offers their congratulations for her, and Milly squeals when Zac holds up his hand to show off the ring.
He passes the phone to me to hold so he can sign, “You did good, Milly. I can’t believe you kept the secret.”
She smirks. “Noah promised me a spot in the wedding party if I kept the secret.”
I wink, and Zac shoots me an amused smile.
When we hang up, the look on his face is so open and unguarded it makes my chest ache. He’s the most important person in my life, and I want to protect this happiness for him, whatever it takes. He’s going to know how much he means to me.
Entwining my fingers with his, I kiss his jaw. “We should go downstairs. Hannah will be dying to know if I asked you.”
“So, this is what you two were conspiring about earlier?”
“She would’ve murdered me if she wasn’t a part of this.”
He snorts. “Another wedding party member?”
I nuzzle into his neck, breathing him in. “Obviously.”
His laughter fills the room, and he shakes his head. “Do I get any say in this wedding?”
“You just have to show up and look ridiculously hot in a suit.”
“Good to know.” He squeezes my hand, but his expression shifts. It’s subtle, but I know him too well.
“What?” I ask warily, wondering if all this wedding talk is too much, too soon. I don’t want to scare him off by being too intense.
