The Ex Files (Ocean View #1)(80)
“But we’ve only—”
“I think I knew that night I found you on the side of the road. Fell for you with makeup all over your face and bein’ a bitch because you thought I was late, then feeling bad because it wasn’t my fault. Your face when I came into the restaurant as your next potential match? Sealed it. You were mad. So mad and stressed and shocked. Adorable.” I try to say something, to argue because even in this moment, I can’t resist. But he doesn’t let me. “Had to work hard to get past your wall. You were scared, with good reason. But once we got through all of that? Once I convinced you to give me a chance, give us a chance? Smooth sailing, sweetheart.” I open my mouth because we fight all the damn time and—
“Love fighting with you. Love that you don’t let me get away with shit and call me out, that you like to bust my balls. I love that you’ve learned to let people in—God, baby, look at this room, all these people. They all love you as much as I do.” Sobs gets stuck in my throat, transforming from frustrated back to awed in a moment.
“You’re beautiful. So beautiful, Cassie, inside and out. Everyone knows it and wants to be in your universe because of it. You’re kind and dedicated, live to give people fairytales and happily ever afters and protect them from disappointment. And now it’s your turn.” And then it happens, and I can’t control the hitch in my throat. The tears instantly start rolling.
Luke goes down onto one knee, staring up at me with his big green eyes, his dimple, and his huge smile pointed at me and only me.
“Cassie, will you do me the honor of being my wife? Let me make your life a fairytale, show you how beautiful it can be, how beautiful we can be?”
My answer doesn’t take long because I already jumped the hard hurdles, learning to trust him and overcoming my own insecurities, the hurdles of worrying about if this is too good to be true or if I’m going to end up broken.
But when everyone in the room cheers before I even give an answer, it’s cemented.
Because he didn’t just give me himself, his love, his trust. He gave me this—people to surround me and support me, help me when I’m down and cheer with me when I’m up. I know deep in my soul he’ll never lead me astray; he’ll always be faithful and kind and the man I fell for. So with that in mind, knowing all he’s given me, all he will give me, I say the only thing I can.
“Okay, Luke.”
About the Author
Morgan is a born and raised Jersey girl, living there with her two boys, toddler daughter, and mechanic husband. She’s addicted to iced espresso, chips, and Starburst jellybeans.
Writing has been her calling for as long as she can remember. There’s a framed ‘page one’ of a book she wrote at seven hanging in her childhood home to prove the point. Her entire life she’s crafted stories in her mind, begging to be released but it wasn’t until recently she finally gave them the reigns.
I’m so grateful you’ve agreed to take this journey with me.