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She glances out the window. "We're flying?"
"Yep."
Once we're inside the plane and all the luggage, bags, and boxes are loaded, the plane lifts into the air. The flight is just shy of six hours, and when we land, I order, "Go ahead and open the window shade."
She does, gaping.
The sun sets over the water, with mountains highlighted in the brilliant pink backdrop.
She turns to me. "Where are we?"
"Maui."
She beams. "You brought me to Maui?"
"Yep. Let's get off this plane, pet." I rise and lead her onto the tarmac.
A private car's waiting for us. It takes us to the resort in front of Maluaka Beach. It's also known as the secret beach, on the south side of Maui. You can swim and snorkel right off it, and it's usually calm, so you don't have to fight the crazy waves Maui's known for.
I'll go hit some of the surf down the road, but I wanted a place for us to chill out for a bit. The beach is in a cove, so it's calmer most days, without the crazy undertow and waves that terrorize other beaches.
We check in. The bellman brings our bags to the room, and I pull a soft pink dress out of the garment bag. "Put this on, pet."
She runs her fingers over it. "It's beautiful."
"It's going to be more beautiful on you. Go put it on. We have dinner plans," I announce.
We both get ready. I dress in a pair of khaki linen pants and a pink linen shirt. I roll up the cuffs, displaying my ink, and we step outside.
"Where are we going?" she questions.
I point to a deck on the beach. There's only one table. Candles flicker in the darkness, and a team of servers stand in a line. I reply, "Over there."
She gives me another surprised look, and I lead her over to the deck. My stomach fills with nerves during dinner, and I barely taste the poke, sushi rolls, and wine.
Before dessert arrives, I rise and motion for the staff to leave the deck. They disappear, and I say to Blakely, "Let's dance."
She laughs. "There's no music."
Almost on cue, her song, "The End," from the demo, blares through the air.
Her eyes widen. I don't let her be shocked for too long. I tug her into my arms and start moving in a slow dance.
Her voice belts out,"We're not forever. Our days fade before us, and it's all okay to you."
"Why is my song playing?" she questions, giving me a worried, sad glance. It's the same expression she wore the day she sang it in the studio.
I tug her closer to me and murmur in her ear, "You're wrong. Every word of this song is wrong."
She freezes, holding her breath, her eyes glistening, and she pins her calm chaos of blues on me.
I study her, nervous, but I've never been so sure about anything. I slide a ring on her finger and say, "Marry me. Make us forever."
25
Blakely
Since I woke up, I've stared at the ring on my finger, still in shock, wondering if I was dreaming. I've not moved except to pinch myself a few times.
