He laughed. “Do you like it?”
“I love it.” The diamond was massive, but it was a simple, elegant ring. Something all blingy and fancy wouldn’t have suited her. “I love it so much. I love you so much.” She launched herself into his arms and their mouths met in a long, clinging kiss of mutual adoration.
“I love you too,” he whispered. “So much, baby.” He kissed her again and she gave herself over to it and pressed herself against him. “Okay,” he panted a moment later. “Let’s crack open that champagne.”
He expertly popped the cork and poured some bubbly into two champagne flutes he retrieved from the desk against the wall. He handed her one, and they gently clinked the glasses together, eyes on each other as they took a sip. She let the bubbles tingle over her tongue and down her throat, savoring the crisp taste and the sensation, a fizzy, warm feeling like the one in her chest.
Beck’s love for her shone on his face. This whole relationship thing had been scary for both of them, letting themselves care so much about someone. They’d both felt like they didn’t fit in, weren’t good enough, but somehow from the very beginning they’d seen inside each other to the real person…and they’d fallen in love.
He’d wanted her to experience physical pleasure, to not think but just feel, to free her from living in her head and hiding from life. She’d been terrified, but it had all been worth it, and in the end, he’d made her feel so much more than just physical pleasure…he’d made her feel the utter joy and satisfaction of love.