Page 140 of That Time I Kissed My Beachfront Boss

“But it’s freezing outside,” he says, eyes still boring into mine.

“You scared?”

“Of making a snow angel?” He fakes a loud scoff. “No. Are you?”

“Never been less scared in my life.”

“Then you go first,” he says.

“No, you go.”

Our eyes lock for I don’t know how long because our love melts away the minutes. I’m honestly lost in the joy of being engaged to Hudson Blaine. But then, as if we’re attached at the lips, our mouths curve up at the same moment. Just a tiny twitch. We’re connected by so much more than what we can see. Hear. Touch.

He parts his lips.

I part mine.

And together we say those three little words.

The beginning and end of it all …

“I dare you.”

THE END