Page 253 of Terms of Exposure
I love you.
And now this.
Him. On one knee. A ring in his hands. Waiting for my answer.
I'd never—
A sob tore from my chest.
"Yes," I choked out. Then louder, clearer, with every ounce of certainty I possessed—"Yes."
And the whole terrace exploded.
Candace's shriek.
Rosie's sob.
Sebastian's whoop.
But Damien didn't move—still on his knee, still looking up at me.
His hands found mine, steady now, and he slid the ring onto my finger like he'd been waiting his whole life.
The diamond caught the fairy lights. The weight of it settled against my skin.
His. Finally. Completely his.
Then he was standing, crushing me against his chest, his mouth finding mine through laughter and tears and the taste of everything we'd lived.
My knees buckled—again—and his arms tightened, catching me.
"I've got you," he murmured against my lips. "I've always got you."
Then Rosie hit us like a freight train of jasmine perfume, and Candace was there, and Sebastian, and we were all crying and laughing on this terrace above the city, above everything that had ever tried to break us.
When the chaos finally settled, I pulled back just enough to look at my hand. At the ring. At the man who'd put it there.
"I love you," I said.
Damien smiled—that real smile, the one that crinkled his eyes and made my heart stutter every single time.
"I love you too," he said.
And meant it.
