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“Yeah,” she says, half-asleep.

“Go somewhere with me.” I run my fingers up her side. She lifts her head, the glow of the moonlight painting her face in soft blue.

Our eyes are knotted and her hair tickles my chest.

“Anywhere,” she murmurs. “Where you go, I go.”

Chapter Twenty

Kathrine

Red tulips brush against my fingertips, the morning dew glistening off its soft pedals. I feel him close behind me, but then again, I always feel him when he’s near. The breeze kisses my skin, tossing my hair and giving me a slight chill. I watch in absolute wonder as yellow rays burst out into the early morning sky.

Bryce woke me at an ungodly hour on our last day here. To say this has been a trip I will never forget is an understatement. From the road trips to the markets and the amazing food.

I. Will. Never. Forget. This.

And Bryce has gone out of his way to make sure of that. He planned everything out—the rental car, the boat rides. It’s been incredible.

And this right here—standing in a tulip field as the sun rises with Bryce behind me—may be my favorite part.

I turn to look at him. He stands with his hands slid into his pockets, his blue eyes focused on me in a sundress. Lips I want to kiss are slightly moistened like the pretty flowers beneath my palm, and he gently grazes his teeth over the bottom one.

Instinctively, I walk closer to him. His face is serious, almost unsure.

“Watch the sun, K.”

I tilt my head slightly but turn back. He wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me closer to him so my back is flush against his chest. I reach up and hold my hand over his.

“The moment I saw you, I knew I was in trouble,” he says quietly. “I crave you, girl,” he whispers into my ear. “Brush me off again.” His deep voice sends chills down my spine and goosebumps across my arms, tripling my heartbeat.

His words from the plane replay in my mind.“It could all be yours, too.”He was serious?

“Do you know what red tulips mean?” he asks.

“No,” I murmur. I’m hyperaware of him, the beat of his heart against my back, the possessiveness of his hand across my stomach, the way his voice vibrates my bones and shakes my soul.

“Perfect love,” Bryce says as he slides his hand from around me. I smile at the meaning, awestruck for a moment. My eyes run over the flowers and the sun and how everything about this is unflawed. I turn to see why he stepped away, and my hand goes to my mouth as I look at what he holds in his hand.

“I love you, K. I don’t know how I’ve lived in this world so long without you and I never want to know again. You steal my breath; you consume every part of me. Give me forever,” he says before he drops to one knee and opens the small black box.

“Marry me.”

And it’s not a question, but I wouldn’t expect it to be. Not from Bryce. It’s a demand, borderline plea even.

I’m shocked and amazed and never in a million years thought this was going to happen. But I don’t cry because this isn’t like the movies.

This is two people who have come so far in trust, in love. This is proof that we can overcome our pasts and the skeletons in our closet.

I remove my hand from my mouth and bend my knees, and his eyes narrow slightly. “You’ve had me since breakfast at two a.m.,” I say softly. “Okay, I will marry you.”

He smiles and takes my hand, sliding the ring onto my finger. I glance down at it before looking back at him. He grabs me, kissing me senseless, causing us to fall back. I laugh as he covers me, his body so close to mine, our souls knotted, and our hearts satisfied as we kiss in a field full of perfect love.

Chapter Twenty-One

Bryce

Jace places his beer on the edge of the counter and hits it with his fist, popping the top off before handing it to me

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