Page 111 of We'll Meet Again

She sat up and looked at him, her heart quickening at his unreadable expression. He sat up too, fishing into his pocket. She watched with bated breath as he pulled out a little red box. She clapped a hand over her mouth when he opened it to reveal a glimmering diamond ring, cushion cut and stunning, even in the darkness. It took every ounce of control she had not to swear.

“That a promise, darlin’?”

She yanked him in for a kiss.

“Yes,” she breathed into his mouth. “It’s a promise.”

He kissed her back, fiercely and adoringly, passionate and strong. Everything he was, was in his kiss. He would be all her kisses for the rest of her days. She would share every dance, every holiday, every moment with him, and to her immense surprise - that didn’t scare her one bit. She wanted it, wantedhim, forever. No decision in her life had ever been easier.

“Okay, okay, lemme put this ring on your finger,” he said breathlessly as they parted.

“Oh, blimey, yes, of course,” she said, and held out her left hand. It trembled, not with fear, but with barely contained excitement. She was fairly certain her whole body was vibrating.

He slid it on, and it fit perfectly. Before, she had been terrified that a ring on her finger would feel more like heavy chains than a reason to swallow a squeal, but not with Ethan. She let it out and relished the delighted look on his face.

“You really like it?” he asked.

“It’s perfect.” She kissed him again to accentuate her point. “You’re perfect.”

His cheeks went pink. “I dunno about that. Maybe we’re perfect together, though.”

She smiled and cupped his face in her hands. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

They kissed some more, losing themselves in each other, finally sure that they had all the time in the world.