My brows knitted together. “What?”
“Do you want to be my girlfriend, my fiancée, or my wife?”
I blinked in confusion. “Please tell me this isn’t you proposing…”
“Does it need to be more romantic? Thought out?” he asked, as if he needed an honest answer.
“I dunno? I hadn’t ever thought of it.” I froze.
“Too bad. You should have.” He knelt to the ground and reached for his pants. Fishing out a small red box.
“Josh, I…” My words died on my lips. My breath hitched. Here he was, naked, on his knees in front of me, about to propose.
“Nothing with you has ever been done in the traditional sense and there isn’t a thing I would do differently. And watching you standing here, naked, with nothing on but a giant rock from me, is exactly how it should go.” He opened the box to reveal an exquisite pear-shaped solitaire ring with a simple gold band.
My hands clasped my mouth. “April Raine Summers. You are my everything. Will you please marry me?”
I stood frozen, taking in the scene, us naked, and somehow, it seemed to be perfectly us. And despite it all, there was nothing I wanted more than this man, in my favorite way, naked and on his knees. “Yes.”
He slid the ring on my finger and then pulled me in for a searing kiss.
As we laid in bed after our second round of orgasms and a glass of champagne, all I could think of was,this cannot be the story we tell people.“This is not how we’re telling people we got engaged.”
“What? Why?” he chuckled. “Would it be wrong?”
“We’d just had sex and were still in our post-sex haze,” I stated matter-of-factly, then I shook my head vigorously. “You’re doing it again. But with clothes on.”
He snort-chuckled. “We’ll see.”
My head rested against his chest, his thick arm wrapped around me as he kissed the top of my head. The glow of the candlelight danced across my ring, making it sparkle in the dark. My heart felt like it could explode with happiness. Josh was right. There was nothing typical about us and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
THE END
