Page 115 of Give Me Forever

"Yes, I will," I said.

As if from a distance, I heard several people cheer and realized we had an audience of sorts. Some were taking pictures of us. Sam laughed as we looked around.

Rising to his feet, he put on my ring, which fit perfectly, and then lifted me slightly in his arms. I put my hands on his shoulders, leaning in for a kiss. It was chaste, but from the press of his lips against mine, I knew he could barely wait for us to be alone.

"We got great pictures of you," someone said in an American accent.

Sam and I smiled at the same time before pulling apart.

"Thank you. That's great. We’ll always have this memory.” I didn't have the heart to tell this well-meaning stranger that she interrupted our magnificent moment. But I could let it slide because, as Sam predicted, I was over the moon.

I'm going to be Mrs. Sam Maxwell.

While the lady and Sam exchanged numbers, I couldn't help but admire my ring. Afterward, the crowd that had formed around us dispersed, and Sam burst out laughing.

"Well, we'll certainly remember that. Look, she sent me the pictures already."

"It was worth being interrupted because otherwise we wouldn't have gotten them," I said. “Once we get back home, I’ll tell my mom and sister and send them the pictures. They’ll be thrilled to see how romantic you are.”

He nodded. "True. That's one thing I didn't plan for. I'm half impressed Kimberly didn't jump out from behind the bush or something."

"She planned this moment with you?”

"No. She said to play it by ear and take my cues from what seemed to bring you the most joy."

"I love Kimberly to bits," I exclaimed.

"Yeah, it was a great idea," he murmured, turning around to face me, touching my cheek. "Except for one thing."

"What?"

"We're not anywhere close to our hotel."

I felt my cheeks turn hot. "Hey, we still have some things on the list."

His eyes darkened. "I see. So yourlistranks above sex with me?"

I cleared my throat. "I wouldn't say that. But wearein Paris, you know? We should take advantage. And I can take advantage of you all you like once we’re back home."

“Nothing against Paris, but I can’t wait to go back home,” he said a little glumly.

I laughed, taking his hand and pulling him toward the Eiffel Tower. “Come on, sexy fiancé. The quicker we get through my list, the quicker we’ll get back to the room.”

He grinned. “That’s more like it.”

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