Uncontrolled.
Mine.
“I'm going to marry you.”
I kiss him before he can answer.
His arms close around me so hard my feet leave the sand.
I laugh against his mouth.
People around us start cheering.
Someone whistles.
Phones appear.
Two years ago, I would've noticed every single one.
Tonight I don't care.
Kane lowers me.
Barely.
He takes my left hand.
His fingers are still shaking when he slides the ring onto mine.
It fits perfectly.
I stare at it.
Heart-shaped diamond.
Tiny diamonds surrounding my finger.
Ridiculous.
Beautiful.
Mine.
“Kane.”
“You hate it?”
“I love it.”
Relief flashes over his face.
“I was told heart-shaped was risky.”
“By whom?”
“Vale.”
“You took jewelry advice from Vale?”