Page 28 of My Mountain Man Valentine
“How did you remember all this?”
He takes my hand in his and pulls me against his chest. “I remember every single detail of that night, Lucy.”
He smiles and I kiss his lips, loving the way he looks at me.
“I wanted it to be perfect for you.”
I scoop a large chunk of bread into the melted camembert and pop it in my mouth. The gooey cheese sets off a burst of taste sensations, and I close my eyes and moan.
“If you keep doing that, we’ll never get to the main part of the night,” Ethan growls into my ear.
I open my eyes and give him a sultry look. “What’s the main part?”
Ethan slides his arm out from under me and takes something out of his pocket. He crouches before me, then lowers one knee to the ground.
I gasp and sit up straight on the cushions, wiping cheese from around my mouth. If I’m about to be proposed to, I don’t want to be lying down with a cheese moustache.
“Lucy Foyle.” Ethan opens the box to reveal a ring. “You’ve restored my faith in women and in love. I was lost without you. I thought I was better without love in my life. I was so wrong.You taught me to love again, you healed me, then you opened me right up. I’m yours, mind, body and soul, and I swear I’ll spend the rest of my days doing all I can to make you happy, to protect you, and to give you as many orgasms as you can handle.”
I giggle and Ethan smiles. He’s not in the least bit nervous. He knows how I feel about him. He knows there’s only one answer.
“Will you make my heart whole and agree to spend the rest of your life with me, Lucy Foyle? Will you marry me?”
A wide grin spreads over my face, and I launch myself off the cushions and into his arms. “Yes, yes, yes! Of course I will!”
My force pushes him over and I roll on top of him, covering his face with kisses.
“You didn’t have to do all this for me,” I tell him. “I would have said yes over sandwiches and cheap beer.”
“I wanted it to be perfect, exactly how you described when we first met.”
I take his cheeks in my palms. “You silly man. Don’t you know the only thing I need to make it perfect is for you to be there? The rest is just decoration.”
In one quick movement he rolls me onto the cushions, and my body comes alive at his familiar weight on top of me.
“Speaking of decoration, can you let me put this damn ring on you before we lose it in the cushions?”
I hold my hand out, and he slides the ring on. The diamonds sparkle in the twinkling fairy lights.
“It’s beautiful.”
“You’re beautiful.”
As his kisses become more urgent, the cheese and champagne and chocolate are forgotten. We lose ourselves in each other, under the stars in the woods, ready to start our life together.