“Home. Now.”
I love the way she shrieks in laughter as I throw her over my shoulder and into the waiting car.
I don’t let go of her all night, and I plan to keep it that way for the rest of our lives.
14
SAVANNAH
“Sean? What’s going on?” I call out as I unlock the door and step into our home.
I officially moved in two weeks ago, but really we’ve been living together since we started dating. Even a second apart is too long, and that hasn’t changed. Which is why it was so odd when he said he was going home early today, and he’d see me when I finished work.
“Welcome home, sweetness,” he calls out from somewhere inside.
I hang up my bag and blazer and set out to find him. “If you’re going to jump out and scare me, I swear I’ll—”
The joke dies on my tongue as I set eyes on him. He’s silhouetted against the sunset streaming in from the huge windows, and as I gasp, I inhale the sweet scent of roses.
My eyes blur with tears as I take in the scene. Dozens of red roses, the floor scattered with petals, and candles making everything glow warmly. And Sean, the love of my life, his hand held out for me. I step towards him, my heart beating so loud I can barely think.
“What’s all this, Sean?”
He grins as he lowers to one knee, my hand still clutched in his. “Savannah, from the second you spilled your drink all over me, I knew you were mine.”
I laugh, cheeks wet as giddy tears spill over.
“Only mine, sweetness. Forever. Mine to hold, mine to touch, mine to love.”
He pauses, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small velvet box. I’m already nodding, and he hasn’t even asked me anything yet.
“I love you. Every single inch of you. My life has been so much sweeter with you in it. Savannah, will you do me the honor of being my—”
“Yes!”
“Let me ask properly.” Sean laughs. I’m bouncing on my feet, unable to stand still, slapping a hand over my mouth to stifle my squeal as he opens the box. “Will you do me the honor of being my wife? Will you marry me?”
“Of course I will. Oh my god. Yes, yes, yes!” I barrel into him the second he stands up and kiss him halfway through saying yes again. My lips are wet from my tears, murmuring how much I love him against his mouth. He kisses me deeply, tongue swiping against mine and making me moan.
He pulls away too fast, and I pout before I realize that he’s taking my hand to slide the ring on. I gasp as I focus on the ring for the first time. It’s…stunning.
“Oh my god, Sean. It’s beautiful.”
I hold my hand up to my face. The thin gold band fits perfectly, and I have no idea where or how he got my ring measurement. This man still manages to surprise me with how well he knows me.
The center stone is a huge, oval-cut diamond that shines in the candlelight. On either side, little pink stones sit, hugging the diamond. It’s the most gorgeous ring I’ve ever seen and somethat it makes me tear up again.
“Do you like it?” he asks, sounding genuinely concerned. “I would’ve asked you ages ago, but I wanted to find the perfect ring for my perfect girl. But if it’s not, we can keep looking—”
“No!” I shout, hugging my hand to my chest. “It’s incredible. I’m in love with it. Don’t you dare change it.”
He laughs at my argument and nods, taking my hand and kissing my ring finger gently.
“I can’t wait to marry you.” I wrap my arms around his neck and tug him close. “I’ll be Mrs. Sullivan.”
Sean growls at that, grabbing me by the waist and lifting me. Immediately, I wrap my legs around his waist, my heels tumbling off to the floor.
“Now I’m going to fuck my fiancee wearing nothing but that ring,” he growls and I moan in agreement, desperate for him to do just that.