I didn’t even look at the stone. My free hand curved up around his neck and drew his face down so I could kiss him. His lips were giving and moist, soft and generous. The way we moved together was like we were perfectly in sync. The buttons on his shirt pressed into my chest as I crushed myself closer and the hat on his head fell by our feet when my hands slid up to tangle in his hair.
Behind us, cars began to honk. He broke the kiss, laughing at the chaos we were causing.
“Someone’s going to crash,” he said.
I smiled and pulled my hand up between us, taking in the engagement ring on my finger. It was absolutely gorgeous. It was the most beautiful piece of jewelry I’d ever seen. “Did you pick this? It’s perfect.”
“You’re happy?” he asked, snaking a hand around my hip.
“Oh, yes,” I said, tipping my chin upward. “I’m so happy.”
He tugged on a piece of wayward hair. “Good.”
“What about you?” I asked. “You happy?”
“I could be better…” he said with a smile.
“Oh yeah? Tell me, future husband, how could you be better?” I asked as heat coiled in my belly. I was going to be really late for work today.
“Kiss me,” he murmured, already placing his lips upon mine.
It was the kiss that marked the beginning of the rest of our life.
THE END