Half a sob and a laugh pours out of me as I nod, over and over. “Yes. God, yes, of course I’ll marry you!”
A wide smile splits his face as he pushes the ring onto my finger carefully and then stands and hauls me to him, spinning me in a circle that leaves us both breathless with laughter and tears.
“I love you so fucking much, Rosalie,” he breathes into the crook of my neck, his arms wrapped tightly around my back, holding me to him.
I pull back to look at him, framing his strong jaw with my hands. “I love you so much. I can’t believe we’re getting married! Wait until I show Grams and Ken!”
He chuckles. “Who do you think helped me pick out your ring?”
My heart squeezes as he continues. “I asked your Gramps for permission to marry you, Sugar. I might not be much of a traditional guy, at least I wasn’t until I met you, but it meant a lot to me to have his blessing.” Another tear slips down my cheek, a hundred more threatening to spill.
This is exactly what I meant when I said each time I thought I couldn’t fall more in love with him… I do.
I never thought that love could be this way. I wasn’t even sure if the kind of love that my grandparents have even truly existed.That love could take my breath away the way it does in fairy tales. That perfect Prince Charming men do exist.
Until Wells.
Now I know better.
And honestly?
It’s evenbetterthan I ever could have imagined.
“Your Grams is already picking out dresses from wedding magazines with the ladies at Pokeno.”
I toss my head back and laugh. “God, of course she is.”
He grins. “I don’t care what we wear or where it happens. I just want to marry you, Rosalie.”
“Hmm… you know, I was thinking pink? Like everything? Pepto-esque,” I tease. “You know, like when we went to that god-awful party last year?”
His answer is to bury his face in my neck and nip at my skin, fingers pressing into my side until I’m collapsing with giggles.
God, I love this man.
“If you want to try and fight Frankie on wearing a pink tuxedo? Go for it, Sugar,” he finally says, turning our attention to the pups, who are lying in front of the fire, looking at us both like we’ve lost our minds.
“Yeah, on second thought, maybe we should just elope,” I say.
Truthfully, I’d marry Wells tomorrow if he wanted to. I don’t need to wait and plan something big or elaborate when everything I want is right here.
Turns out… fakeholi-dating isn’tjustfor the Hallmark movies.
It’s also for hot bar owners in small towns who fall in love with the candy maker next door.
And I’m never,evergiving him up.
