“That’s the part,” I mutter.
“Well, it’s true. I’ve fallen. Off the market. Not a bachelor anymore. If I propose, it will totally be way better than I did the first time.”
I ignore his remarks about a proposal. That’s way down the line.
I think.
“I thought it was just me,” I admit to him softly. “Who had done the falling, that is.”
“So you love me too?” he asks with a waggle of his eyebrows.
“You know…I do believe I do.”
Bishop lets out a whoop of triumph, and then somehow I end up sitting on his lap and he’s kissing me like there’s no tomorrow. When we come up for air, the city of New York is still bustling on without us. People walk by oblivious to the fact we’ve just offered to each other the most precious words you can give to someone.
Not one of these New Yorkers care that today is the happiest day of my life.
That’s all right. It’s enough that I know.
Even better than I know the happiest days are still to come.