I nod.
“Yes,” I finally manage to whisper.“Yes, fuckingof course.”
Then I’m on my knees too, his face in my hands as I kiss him and laugh at the same time and so does he.We get tangled up and nearly fall over, still on the floor, until he’s sitting with his back against the cabinets, both arms around me.
“Give me your hand,” he says.
I hold up my right hand.
“Seriously?”he teases.
Duh, Clementine.
I laugh and give him my left hand.
“Shut up,” I say and lean against his chest.
He slides the ring onto my finger, and for a moment, we both just look at it, sparkling dimly in the light coming from his kitchen window.
“I love you too,” I finally say, and he pulls me closer.“And I’m glad I found you again.”
“Sorry for botching the proposal,” he says, lacing his fingers through mine, still looking at the ring on my finger.“I picked it up from the jeweler yesterday, and I meant to wait and take you on a picnic or something, but I got too excited.”
I nuzzle my nose against his cheek, grinning.
“Yougot impatient?”I tease.
“This was an impulse,” he says.There’s a gentle tug on my scalp as he plays with my hair.“As you can tell by our romantic surroundings.”
“Iamsurprised,” I say.
“Well, you said the words every man’s hoping to hear when he proposes,” he says.“‘Wait, what?’”
“That was your own fault,” I say.
He kisses me again.
“I got it the second try,” he says.
“Thanks for not waiting eight years to give it another shot,” I say.
“Clem, I couldn’t wait twenty-four hours to propose the first time,” he says.“Ialmostdrove to your office so I could propose in your cubicle.”
“Thanks for not doing that either,” I say, and kiss him again, longer and harder.Our tongues twine together and he moves his hand down my back, then under my shirt.“And I think I’ll always love you too.”
We kiss again, and now I’m sliding one hand up his thigh and he’s grabbing my ass, pulling me toward him until I’m straddling him, one hand gripping the waistband of his jeans and the other on his chest.
“Engagement sex right here, or...?”he says, grinning.
“This floor is freezing,” I say, and nuzzle his ear.“Carry me to your bed?”
“Just toss you over my shoulder?”he teases.
“Carry meromantically,” I say, and he squeezes my ass.
Hunter stands, pulls me up, and then grabs me.I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him, trying not to kick anything in his kitchen.
Then he walks me into his bedroom, tosses me onto his bed, and crawls on top of me.
