She couldn’t help but laugh as she pushed herself up and looked him in the eyes. “Are you serious?”
“More than anything in the world.”
“You want to marry me?”
“Yes Nixie, I want to marry you.”
“You’re sure?” she said, only to tease, and he knew it.
“You know what, never mind. I’ll just return the ring and find myself another rambling Italian who is obsessed with chocolate cake and peanut butter and jelly.”
“Wait, you didn’t mention a ring!” she laughed as he flipped them over and he pinned her underneath him.
“There is a ring, a fancy pink diamond that the jeweler told me you’d hate.”
“But I love pink.”
“That’s what I told him, then I bought it.”
She smiled so big her face hurt. “I can’t wait to see it.”
“You still haven’t answered me.”
“I’m not sure you actually asked me,” she said, giving him a sly smile.
“Sofia Corsetti, will you do me the honor of agreeing to be my wife, the mother of my children and the reason I’ll likely be committed to a mental institution at the ripe old age of fifty?”
“Yes! I would love to drive you as crazy as I am.”
Ozzie’s mouth came down on hers, and everything around them slipped away. It didn’t matter where they were or how he asked. Ozzie was her world, and she was his. A ring on her finger was only a formality at this point. Their souls became one the day they sat in that coffee shop, and she would be lost without him. After a life of one complication after another, she finally had her happily ever after. It just happened to be in the shape of a tattooed hottie with a cock piercing and an obsession with making her learn how to surf. It’s a good thing she wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.