Page 129 of Don't Say You're Sorry

His eyes widen, his mouth parting in shock as he looks down at it.

The wordSunshineis engraved on the inside of his too. Even though it’s my nickname, I love knowing that he’ll be wearing it not just on his chest, but on the ring that will make him mine forever.

Taking his left hand, I slide the ring onto his finger.

“Adam,” I say, looking at him from beneath my lashes. “Breathe.”

He chokes out a laugh and kisses me again, his hands tugging my hair as he climbs onto my lap and straddles me.

“I don’t believe this,” he whispers. “I love you so fucking much.”

“I love you too, baby.”

“I can’t wait to marry you. Can we do it this summer? I want to go to Jamaica.”

I thought he might say that. Jamaica is where we vacationed for the first time as a family not long after our parents got married. Adam told me it was the best vacation of his life. Not just because the resort was awesome, which it was, but because I was right there with him. He found a best friend in me, and ten years later, I unexpectedly found the love of my life in him.

And I’ve never once regretted it. Despite everything it took to get us here, I’ll never be sorry for loving him.

“Anything you want.” I nip his bottom lip.

I slide my hand up his back beneath his clothes, once again glancing down at the words he wrote on the back of the drawing he gave me.

Sunshine,

I’m not sorry.

Love, Adam x

The End