Page 95 of Boarded Hearts

“Let me think about this…” He leans against the marble counter. “You, me, a huge hot tub, and the northern lights? Yeah. I think I’ll be joining you.”

I make my way to the master bedroom. “Well, give me a few; I need to get my bikini on.”

“Good luck with that.”

I turn on my heel. “What do you mean?”

“I didn’t pack one. Guess you’ll just have to go in naked.”

I quirk a mischievous brow. “Oh, really?”

Two can play at that game, Mr. Morgan.

Standing only a few feet away, I slowly walk back toward him and unzip my hoodie. I only have a cami top underneath, and given I was told to dress comfortably, I skipped the bra.

The moment Jon sees my peaked nipples he groans, a deep rumble from his chest. “I want you fully naked and in that tub in the next thirty seconds.”

Our cabin is totally secluded as I slip into the warm bubbling water. I’m still waiting on Jon, who’s been messing around in the bedroom for the past five minutes.

It’s a beautiful clear night, perfect for watching the auroras dance in the sky.

Grabbing my hair tie from my wrist, I throw my unwashed hair up into a messy bun. I’m makeup-free and feeling less than attractive but what the hell.

Two hands fall to my shoulders as they nudge me forward and then a sculpted naked body slides in behind me until my back is to his chest and his arms are around me.

“I’m sorry you didn’t make the playoffs.” With Zach out for the rest of the season, it was an uphill battle, and the Scorpions narrowly missed out.

Jon’s lips fall to the soft flesh of my neck. “Sitting here with you in this tub, I’m not all that disappointed.”

I throw my head back and bask in the way his lips move across my pebbled skin. His touch affects me even more than the day we met.

“It’s starting, Angel.”

I look up to see the sky illuminate with green. Greens turn to pinks as the most beautiful show unfolds above us. A lump forms in my throat. “This is perfect, everything about this.”

Jon clears his throat. “There’s only one other thing that could make this night more perfect,” he whispers from behind me, his voice barely audible above the hum of the hot tub.

I cast my fingers over the surface of the water, loving the way the bubbles tickle my skin. “What’s that, baby?”

I turn around to see him leaning over the tub, his back on full display. I pull my hand from the bubbles and trace my fingers over the large angel wings he had tattooed. I’ll never forget the day he showed me the beautiful art he had carved into his skin, he told me it was in my honor and how I set him free from the demons in his mind and breathed life into his world. “It’s so beautiful.”

He turns around to face me, and I straddle his thighs, my core clenching at the position and us both being naked, skin on skin. A finger comes under my chin. “This way I’ll always have you with me. No matter where I am.” He kisses me softly on the lips. “You aren’t just everything I want, Felicity; you’re everything I need.”

I place my hand on his sculpted chest, and he brings his forehead to mine.

“Marry me.”

I pull back slightly and search his face.

Did he…?

“Marry me, Felicity.” His voice is shaky with trepidation, waiting for my response. One hand drops from my chin to my waist, holding me gently as he brings his other hand into view, and there in the center of his palm is a small black velvet box. With one hand, Jon skillfully pops the lid to reveal an oval-cut emerald ring. The huge stone is set on a thin white gold band, simple yet insanely elegant. “Adam helped me choose it. We both agreed that emerald is your color. I also figured that asking you here, under these lights, was the closest I could get to asking your dad for his permission.”

Reaching out, I pluck the ring from its box and look up at my fiancé.

“Okay.”

His dimples pop. “As in okay, okay?”

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