Assured (Soul Serenade #2)(70)

She drops to her knees, her arms wrapping around my neck. “Yes. YES!” she screams then hugs me tight.

Hell f*cking yeah!

Pulling back, I kiss her long and hard. She’s mine. I reluctantly break our kiss to slide my ring on her finger. It’s a four-carat pear-shaped solitaire.

“Oh, my God, it’s beautiful,” she gushes, holding her hand out to admire it. “We’re getting married,” she squeals as she launches herself at me.

I don’t waste time getting to the bed; instead, I strip us both down and make love to my fiancée on our bedroom floor.

We’re both too exhausted and elated afterward to move to the bed, so I reach up and pull the covers down over us. Luckily, the carpet is plush. Stacy sleeps softly as I adjust her so she’s lying against my chest. I’m beat, but sleep won’t come. I’m hyped up on life, on her. I never knew I wanted this, but now I couldn’t be more certain that this is how it was meant to be. Fate brought her to me, and I will make damn sure that I spend every breath letting her know what she means to me. Not a day will go by that she doesn’t feel cherished.

I assure you.