She strokes my cheek. “I love you so much.”
“Is that a yes?”
“Yes. It’s a yes.” Her smile is radiant, like the rising sun reflected on still water. I get to see it every goddamned day of my life.
I exhale in relief. “That’s good, that’s great. I almost thought you were going to say no.” I slip the ring onto her finger.
“I couldn’t say no to you from the beginning. Why would that change now?”
I thread my fingers through hers, kiss the back of her hand, and move to her lips.
“I’m sorry I ruined your proposal.”
“You didn’t ruin it.”
“I sorta did.” Her hands drift down my chest.
“I have some ideas if you feel like you might need to make up for it.”
“I bet you do.”
We make love as the day fades into evening and stay wrapped in each other until the sun disappears below the treeline.
Violet shudders. At first I think it’s because she’s cold, but then a stifled giggle bursts free.
“What’s so funny?”
She giggles again. “I was thinking about Super MC.”
It looks like Violet has given my dick a superhero name. It’s better than snuffie. “That’s not much of a surprise since he’s been making you come for the past hour.”
“Fishing for compliments?”
“Just stating facts.”
“I’m going to make him a tuxedo.”
“A tuxedo?”
“And I’ll make a veil for my beaver. They can have their own private ceremony.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Super MC. He needs a tux, but no tie. That would be dangerous.” Violet’s entire body shakes with pent-up laughter.
I take her face between my hands. “This ridiculousness right here”—I kiss her—“is why I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”
Her hands cover mine, her smile full of tenderness and love. “I’m so glad you fought for me. You’re the best chance I’ve taken."