Page 120 of Red Mountain Burning
Jasper turned and kissed her for a long time, and Emilia knew she’d never want anyone else. He stepped back and reached down. She licked her lips and watched as he ripped a blade of cheat grass from the ground.
Jasper wound it into a band, took her hand, and slipped the circle around her finger. “I’m yours forever. Every note I ever play. Every song I ever write…is yours. I’ll be back, I swear to you.”
Not many men could say those words with such sincerity. No one else could have said such a thing to Emilia without losing her to laughter. When he said them, though, she lost herself in his wonderful world of poetry. She kissed him again and felt a wave of sadness coming.
Sensing it, he said, “Your place is here. We both know that. But you know what I believe?” He pushed a stray hair away from her eyes. “Nothing can stand in our way.”
Emilia felt her heart thumping, and she loved him more than she ever had.
Jasper put his hand on her neck, and they kissed and spun around again—the king and queen of their world—and Jasper whispered, “This is what it’s like to be standing on top of the world.”
“Let’s never forget right now,” she said.
He shook his head. “Never, ever, ever, ever…”
