Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 63716 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63716 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
“Only you would put a stinger in a Callum O’Conner film,” Willow said, shaking her head and laughing. “If it’s aliens, he will kill you.”
“It’s not aliens,” I promised. As the credits wound up, I felt my heart beating faster. This was it. It was time. The screen was fading to black. The lights were lifting. We were the last two left in the screening room. Looking at Willow’s face in profile, I saw her eyebrows raise. Expectation fading to confusion.
She looked over at me. “I don’t think–”
And stopped, because automatically her gaze had turned upward to meet mine, but she didn’t find it. I wasn’t standing beside her anymore. I was down on one knee, an open ring box in my hand.
“Julian,” she gasped, putting a hand to her mouth.
“This is the story that brought you to me,” I said, tilting my head toward the now blank screen. “It’s directly related to the best things that have ever happened in my life, and I want to add one more to the list. Will you marry me, Willow James?”
Her hand was still over her mouth, but I saw the edges of it curving into a wide smile. Tears were sparkling in her gray green eyes. Wordlessly, she reached down. Not to touch the ring, but to wrap her hand around wrist. Through her fingers, I could feel the vibration of her entire body. “Of course,” she whispered.
I tugged the ring free of its velvet confines and slid it onto her trembling finger. Rather than admire it–and it was fucking beautiful–she tugged at my hand. I rose to my feet obligingly and had nearly straightened up when she threw herself into my arms. I wrapped mine around her, pulling her body flush against mine. Her face was raised to me.
“I love you,” she whispered, kissing me softly.
“I love you too. Forever.” I tightened my grip. I was glad I hadn’t told the others we’d meet them at the restaurant after. I wanted to get her home. We’d tell everyone eventually, but for now, our friends and family and the press could wait.
We were busy celebrating happily ever after.
The End