“So, I’m just going to say it straight.”
He flips the box open.Inside is a simple, beautiful ring.Nothing flashy, nothing over-the-top.It’s… perfect.
My vision blurs instantly.
“I love you,” he says.“You’re my girl.You’ve been my girl since the second I saw you.”
A tear spills down my cheek, and I take a shaky breath.
“When I think about the future, you’re all I see.I don’t have anything figured out.Nothing except you.I know you’re it for me.I know I need you.”
He swallows.“So, I bought you a safe car.And I bought you this ring.”
My breath catches.
“I know this is fast,” he says.“I don’t care.When you know, you know.And I know.”
He brings the box closer, his eyes locked on mine.“Marry me, Larsen.”
A sob breaks out of my chest.I clamp a hand over my mouth, shaking my head in disbelief.
Unfortunately, Kian seems to take that as me saying no.
“Okay, I think I went about this the wrong way,” he growls, pulling the ring from the box and sliding it onto my finger.“Larsen, we’re getting married.You can plan any wedding you want, pick any date, but it’s happening.”
I laugh at his words and the fact that as soon as he thought I was saying no, he stopped asking and just declared it.
“Yes,” I cry.“Yes.Oh, my god, yes!I was going to say yes.”
Kian lets out a rough sound that’s half laugh, half growl.He looks so relieved, and I grin at him like a lunatic.
“Yeah?”he asks, like he needs to hear it again.“Because you shook your head.”
“Yes,” I repeat.“I want to marry you.I love you.”
The words tumble out easily, naturally, like they’ve been waiting for years to be said.
His eyes soften as he pulls me into him and kisses me.I pull back, tears streaming as I smile at my ring.It fits perfectly.Of course it does.
“I’m engaged,” I whisper.
“You’re mine,” he corrects.“Forever.”
I fling my arms around his neck, hugging him as tightly as I can.He holds me just as tightly.
“I love you,” he says into my hair.
“I love you too,” I whisper back.
We pull apart just enough to look at each other.
Then he kisses me, slow, deep, certain.A kiss that feels like a promise and forever and home.
When we finally break apart, I rest my forehead against his.
“This is really happening,” I murmur.
“Damn right it is.”
