I threw my hands around his neck and kissed him with every fiber of my soul. “Thank you,” I whispered against his lip.
Letting go of Nate, I walked toward the bookshelf. My hand ran across the cream wood. “This is a dream come true.”
“Almost.” Nate said. He paused for a second before he uttered, “There's one more thing.”
I turned to face him and I gasped. Nate was down on one knee, in the center of the room. “Brielle, I want to spend the rest of my life making you happy. I promise to walk into the sunset with you, to make sure that every kiss we share gives you the urge to throw your leg back. I promise to give you half kisses every night before you go to sleep and to love you unconditionally all the days of my life. Will you marry me?” He held out a small black box and flipped it opened.
I felt the warm tears slide down my cheeks. I bit my lower lip to contain my smile. “Yes.” I whispered and walked toward him. “Yes!” I said and laced my arms around his neck. “Yes!” I kissed his lips tenderly.
“Tell me.” He kissed the corner of my lips.
“I love you. I always have and I always will. Even when I hated you, I loved you,” I said before our lips collided. Nate lifted me off the floor and I actually kicked my foot back. Sometimes bad things happened. But other times the world worked in mysterious ways.
Who said happily-ever-afters were overrated?
The End.