Page 119 of Until the Storm Breaks
We stay there holding each other for a long moment, just breathing each other in. When I finally pull back to look at my ring again, turning my hand to catch the light, Calvin watches me with this expression of complete contentment.
“We’re getting married,” I say, testing the words.
“We’re getting married.” He spins me in a slow circle, the fairy lights blurring around us.
Through the windows, I can see the path to the cabins, the glimpse of water beyond. This place where we found each other, lost each other, and found each other again. Tomorrow we’ll tell everyone. Tonight is just ours.
“I love you,” I tell him, meaning it with everything I have.
His hands come up to frame my face, thumbs brushing over my cheekbones as he studies me like I’m something precious. “I love you too.” He pulls me flush against him, one hand sliding to the small of my back while the other stays cupped around my jaw. The way he holds me, firm and sure like he’ll never let go, makes my heart race. “Forever, Maren. You and me.”
“Forever,” I agree, and he seals it with another kiss that leaves me dizzy.
And here, surrounded by fairy lights and pink and white peonies in the room he rebuilt with his own hands, in the house that holds so much history and so much future, I believe in our forever completely.
This is our next chapter. And it’s absolutely perfect.
—The End?—
