I replied, not skipping a beat. “I love you too.”
We both moved forward, our lips clashing in a mess of tongues. Since I’d been back, we hadn’t done anything but a quick peck on the lips. He backed away and I followed him with my lips, my eyes springing open when he chuckled. I hadn’t had enough of him; I didn’t think I ever would.
“Sweetheart,” he said, lifting up off the bench.
I frowned at him, wondering where he was going.
My heart sped up as he bent down, his hand going into his pocket.
“Ty? What are you doing?” I gasped, my hand flying to my mouth.
“Just…” He shook his head and smirked. “I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want to grow old with you and sit on the porch swing, drinking mugs of cocoa, listening to the trees. I want to have children with you, and grandchildren. Most of all, I just want you, with me, forever.”
My eyes widened when he opened the box, revealing the ring that was held by the dark blue velvet.
“Kaylee Anderson, will you marry me?”
I looked from the ring, to him, and then back again.
“Yes,” I whispered.
He smiled and moved my hand from my mouth, slipping the ring onto my finger.
“I love you,” I whispered, wrapping my arms around him.
“I love you too.”