Page 67 of Winter Break Up

I can’t really tell though, because I’m half-leaping up, and half being hauled up by Emily, so that our mouths can meet in a passionate, emotional kiss. Her lips move firmly against mine, the gesture sealing all the promises we’re making to each other at this moment.

“We’re getting married,” she squeals, breaking away as she looks up at me in wonder.

“You still have to unwrap your ring.” I chuckle, not letting her do just that with how tight I’m holding her.

Emily brings the box up between us, and together, we work to take the paper off and pry open the lid.

“Oh, Mercer …” She breathes, taking in the diamond glinting in the velvet of the box.

The ring is simple, a rose gold band with a big oval diamond set on it. It’s exactly what I thought Emily would like, but of course confirmed with her mother before I purchased it.

Sliding it on her left hand, I hear a choked little sob come from her, and then we’re kissing again.

“Stop making out now,” Charlie jokes.

“We’ll have to go find some mistletoe away from everyone.” Em wiggles her eyebrows.

“I may be able to make that happen.” While I’d been excited to celebrate with our family, I am kind of regretting that now.

I wanted to go get naked with my fiancée and worship her body with my ring on her finger.

“This is better than anything Santa could have delivered down the chimney.” She sighs dreamily, the two of us not having let go of each other yet.

Looking at her, the only girl I’ve ever loved, I nod. “I couldn’t agree more.”

* * *