Page 90 of Accidentally Mine
He raised an eyebrow, smirking at me, those dark eyes settling on mine in a way that made my whole body tingle.Butterflies in my stomach?He made my whole body feel like a freaking butterfly farm.I blushed as I watched the limo pull away out the front picture window.
He shook his head.“The minute I laid eyes on you on that highway, I haven’t even been able to even look at another woman that way.In fact, do you know that I’d jump you right now if we were alone?”He pointed toward the reception hall.“Keep in mind, we haven’t slow danced together yet, Cinderella.And I’m dying to get my hands on your ass.”
I tried not to melt into a puddle on the floor, but my knees felt like they didn’t exist.“I plan to remedy that.Because my ass is dying to get in your hands.”
“Good.”He extended his elbow to me.
We walked inside at a leisurely pace.Before we got to the reception hall, though, he stopped in front of a wall of windows overlooking the many twinkling lights of the boats in Boston Harbor, and turned to me.
“Nice bouquet,” he said, touching the petals of my aunt’s bouquet that I still clutched.“And nice catch.”
I shrugged and brushed a little shock of hair off his forehead.“Well, she threw it right at me.It was either catch it or eat it.”
He plunged his hands into his pockets.“Ah.You made a good decision.”
I opened my mouth to say something witty, about how he made a good decision, choosing me as his date.But only a second later, I realized that he was sinking to one knee.
Sinking to his knee and digging into the pocket of his tuxedo.
When he freed his hand and revealed a small, square, red box, my whole body began to tremble.
His voice was that low rumble that made my knees weak.“Ready to make another one?”
He lifted the small velvet box up to me and took my hand, his face suddenly serious.
I mouthed,You’re joking, right?
He shook his head slightly, a smile breaking out on his face.
He lifted the lid on the box.“I know you and I have spent a long time feeling bad about the past.You’ve been ashamed of yours, and I spent too much time worrying about how I could be a full person if I didn’t remember mine.But when I met you, I realized that the past is insignificant except for the places it leads us, and the person it makes us.What matters is what we are now, and what we will be in the future.And whatIam now is totally, crazy in love with you.Do you love me?”
Tears burned my eyes.“Yes.”
He winked at me.“Good answer.”
We both laughed, and I’d never heard such joy in all of the universe.
He grew serious again.“Rebecca, you became mine by accident.Now, be mine on purpose.Will you marry me?”
I wiped the tears from my eyes and nodded at the amazing man holding a diamond solitaire that winked at me, like the lights blinking and twinkling in the dark ocean backdrop.“Yes!”
As he stood and pulled me into his arms, and kissed me silly, I thought of the first time we’d met.That terrible, frightening, fateful night when everything in my life went to hell.His life had nearly ended that day, and mine had until I returned to Boston and faced the past head-on.
He was right—our pasts had shaped our present and future together.Anything else not quite so life-altering might not have carried us here, to this perfect moment.In each other’s arms, the future Mr.and Mrs.Brent McKee.
So truth be told?
No regrets.I wouldn’t have done it any other way.
THE END