He relaxes on top of me and I hook my legs around him, squeezing him tightly.

“God, Faith,” he breathes.

He rolls to his back and pulls me with him. “Are you really here to stay?” I ask. “Forever?”

He looks down his nose at me. “I finally found you, Faith. I’m not going anywhere.”

I drop kisses to his chest. “I love you, Daniel.” I lay my face on him.

He squeezes me and says, “I love you, too.”

I can’t imagine anything better than this moment.

“I can feel you grinning,” he says, his belly rumbling with a chuckle.

I dig my face in deeper and breathe out. “Get used to it.”

“So, do I get a medal for making you come?” he asks, jostling me in his arms.

I snort. “It was pretty impressive.”

“Oh, shit,” he suddenly says. He stiffens beneath me.

“What?” I ask, lifting my head.

He groans. “I totally forgot to do the whole drop to one knee, ring, and ask you to marry me thing.”

“What?” I ask, as I sit up a little. My heart stutters in my chest.

“Well, you were naked and didn’t have on any panties and all I could think about was f**king you.”

“Daniel,” I say, pressing a finger to his lips. “Don’t say f**king you. It’s crude.”

He laughs against my finger. Then his eyes narrow and he flips me beneath him. “You like crude.” He drops kisses all over my face.

“It kind of turns me on,” I say with a laugh. I whisper to him. “Where’s my ring?”

“In my coat pocket,” he whispers back.

I scurry from under him and to the closet, where I rummage in his pockets until I find it. I carry it back to him. Naked.

“This is like the worst proposal ever,” he says. He motions toward his lap. He hasn’t even disposed of the condom yet.

“Yep. Worst proposal ever.” I got get him a wet rag and he takes care of business. Then I nudge him. “Get on with it.” A laugh bubbles from me.

“You have to marry me, since I have the perfect ring.” He flips the lid of the jewelry box and I see it. It’s the same ring I have seen on Nan’s finger my whole life. Tears fill my eyes and I don’t even try to blink them back. “Oh, Daniel,” I breathe. “Best proposal ever,” I say. “Ever.”

“Are you going to tell our children that we were naked when I asked you to marry me?” he asks. He takes the ring out of the box and I hold out my hand. It’s shaking, so he steadies me. He slides the ring on and I look down at it. Then I fall against his chest and wrap my arms around him.

Did he just say children? “You want kids, I ask?” I look up at him.

“Hell, yeah,” he says.

“Me, too,” I say. Then I kiss him. And I don’t stop. Ever.