Time. My heart. My lungs.
“I love you, Sarah.” His voice shakes with emotion. “I love you with all my heart. I will spend my life doing everything in my power to protect you. To support you. To make you happy. I want to spend my life with you, if you’ll let me.”
“Dante.” It’s barely a whisper.
Eyes damp with tears, he gazes up at me. “Will you marry me, Sarah Pearce? Will you make all my dreams come true?”
And then he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small box. But this one is definitely for jewelry. He opens it and liftsout a delicate ring, the sun catching the facets of the diamond and shooting sparkles in every direction.
With a trembling hand, he holds it out to me. “Will you, Sarah? Marry me?”
There’s no hesitation. “Yes.” Tears fill my eyes, but they’re tears of absolute joy. “Yes, Dante. Of course I will. I love you. Nothing could make me happier than becoming your wife.”
Dante slides the ring onto my finger, breathing a sigh of relief once it’s on. “I was scared I’d drop it in the water. And then I’d have to go diving for it.”
I stare at the ring, watching it blur through the sheen of tears. Then I smile at him. “I’d help dive for it. But I’m glad you didn’t drop it. Because that would take up time we could be celebrating.”
He frames my face with his hands and kisses me, a tender promise of more to come. When he pulls away, his eyes gleam with anticipation. “Whatkindof celebrating?”
Twining my arms around his waist, I snuggle into Dante’s chest. “Well. We should probably go back to our hotel and make love for the first time as an engaged couple.”
Dante nods. “We should.”
“And then, we can get room service, and have champagne, and chocolate, and after that…”
He grins. “Then we celebrate again?”
“Exactly. For the rest of the night. And then, tomorrow, we can call our friends and families to give them the good news.”
“Sarah.” Dante lifts me up so our faces are level. “I love you so much. I can’t believe how lucky I am to have found you. That you’re going to be my wife.”
Oh.
“I love you, Dante. I can’t wait to marry you. To spend my life with you. I really feel like the luckiest person in the world.”
His lips press against my forehead. “Sarah. My heart.I love you.”
There’s so much joy inside me.
Serendipity.
It really is magic.
