His brows lift, curious. “What are you?—”
I take that chance to step in front of him, reaching into the inside pocket of my coat to pull out the box and dropping down to one knee.
“The mountains have always been a special place for us,” I start. “This is the place I met you, and the place my whole life rerouted because of one conversation in the lift line.”
His eyes soften at my speech.
“You let Benji and me jump on the lift with you, crash your lunch at the lodge, and let me hold you the very first night in a room you definitely weren’t planning to share. That one day changed my entire life for the better, and I knew I’d never get enough of you. You gave me something I didn’t know I’d been missing, Cay, and I never want to let you go.”
His eyes are wide, and he’s grinning so big watching me. I open the box and show him the simple silver band inside.
“Will you marry me, Caleb?”
He exhales a shaky laugh that melts straightinto a smile.
“Yes,” he exclaims, voice thick with emotion. “Yes, I want to marry you!”
Before I can even slide the ring on, he grabs my jacket and pulls me up and into him. Our mouths crash together, and he kisses me with everything he’s got.
When we finally pull apart, both of us breathless, I take his hand in mine. His gloves are already off, and I slide the ring onto his bare finger.
“I love you,” he says, still a little breathless.
I press my forehead to his. “I love you too. So damn much.”
We ski back down the mountain and head to our hotel room—the same resort we first got snowed in at, except this time we have a king-bed suite to celebrate in all by ourselves.
Because this isn’t just where we started.
It’s where we both found our forever.
THE END.