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“Pfft." Luca shrugs off the question, but I catch the glimmer of a smile. He acts like the ring's been sitting in a drawer for years.

“You can swap it if you don't like it. If it weren't Christmas, I would have booked out all of Tiffany and Co for a private viewing."

Luca chose this ring for me, and I'm keeping it. It's never coming off my finger. “It’s perfect.”

“Good. But if you change your mind--"

I shake my head. A piece of his heart is in this ring, and I’m taking it to the grave.

"Christmas or not, we’re getting married as soon as possible,” he says.

"Where will we get married at such late notice?"

“Miracles happen," he says. “But there’s always Vegas.”

“Vegas?" It’s kinda tacky but cute. "Do you think we’ll find flights at short notice?”

“If we can’t get one, we'll drive.” He’s emphatic, but his voice is husky, betraying his desperation. “We’ll get married, and then we’ll live happily ever after.”

My lips curve into a smile that he matches with one of his own. On the surface, my fiancé is a dreamer, but underneath it all, he’s a pragmatist. I don’t mind when or where we get married. As far as I’m concerned, there’s no rush for us to figure out the details. Being together is all that matters.

“Merry Christmas. I have something for you, too but don’t get excited. It isn’t nearly as grand.”

“You got me a present?” Luca’s eyes light up.

He seems genuinely touched by the gesture, and I’m relieved I found something. Grinning, he accepts the large, rectangular parcel and tears the wrapping to shreds. Seeing how much he’s enjoying himself, I decide to do something special for him every year. I’ll start with his birthday in April.

He stares, open-mouthed, at the framed photo of the two of us. The picture is a few years old, but I wanted to capture something innocent and pure. Our younger selves stare from behind the glass, smiling and happy.

“It’s for the mantel above the fireplace.”

Luca grins sheepishly. I can’t believe he doesn’t have a picture hanging there and figured he needed one. He hangs it in place, then wraps his arms around me and we admire the picture together.

“I love it, Auds. Thank you.”

I softly stroke my fingernails down his forearm, fine dark hairs rising in response to the stimulation. His sigh rumbles behind my spine. My heart belongs to Luca.

He picks me up and carries me to the bedroom. Stepping over the shopping bags and wrapping paper strewn on the floor, he gently places me on the bed. Curious, I prop myself on my elbows, glancing at the mess. “What’s all this?”

Trying to distract me, Luca crawls over the top and kisses me deeply. He steals the breath from my lungs with the searing kiss, but he won't silence me. Cupping my palm over his lips, I push him aside.

There are gift bags and boxes from Bulgari, Cartier, Chopard, Van Cleef and Arpels. I’m stunned. He must have been in a hurry and pulled everything out of the drawer for the proposal. Theproposal may have been hasty, but he must have been planning it for a long time.

“Luca Regis!” Luca scrubs his hand over his face. “You’re blushing.”

“Your turn to blush,” he growls.

Sliding his hand over the apex of my thighs, he promises to love me until the end of time. He finds me dripping when his fingers glide over my swollen flesh. Lust chokes me as soon as he touches me there, and I respond immediately.

"I love you." The floodgates open. I can't get enough. I need him more than oxygen.

Luca slips a finger inside as his lips trail down my neck, giving me a soft nip. Moaning, I move my hips to meet the rhythm of his fingers. He adds another finger, increasing the pressure, and I push against him, wanting more. Desire rolls through me, and blood pounds in my ears.

“I’ve got you. Fall for me, baby,” he growls.

“Yes, oh, please.” I shake and shudder as pleasure seizes me. He captures my mouth, swallowing the sharp cry of delight I release when my orgasm comes. Deep kisses become tender when I surface from the deep release of orgasm.

Sighing peacefully, I cuddle into his body, nuzzling his neck. In the quiet of our room, he whispers. "You are mine."

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