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Lacey
Iblinktwice.
Mal is still ononeknee.
He's still looking up at me like I have his heart in myhands.
I stare back into Mal's piercingblueeyes.
And I nod. "Ofcourse."
He takes the ring—the massive, beautiful, classy solitaire diamond—and slides it onto my left ringfinger.
His fingertips brush the back of my hand. The top of mywrist.
He looks up at me with all the love and affection in the world. "I love you somuch,baby."
"I loveyoutoo."
He pushes himself tohisfeet.
He pulls my bodyintohis.
Then he leans in tokissme.
All his love and affection poursintome.
All my love and affection poursintohim.
We'reengagednow.
He's myfiancénow.
It'sjust…
It's fuckingamazing.
I dig my hands into his hair. I kiss him harder.Deeper.
I buck my hipsagainsthis.
My hunger no longermatters.
The cool temperature no longermatters.
Thisis the only thing thatmatters.
My ring catches the moonlight. It's glowing. It's luminous. "It's perfect. How didyouknow?"
"Iknowyou."
He does. He knows me better thananyonedoes.
I barely manage to rise to my tiptoes. These shoes—my only nice pair of shoes—are not made for walks on thebeach.
Or make out sessions on thebeach.