“I’m pretty sure I was your lucky charm that night before the World Championships, so I thought, why not test fate again?”
I shake my head, laughing against his warm chest. I couldn’t have imagined this man even if I’d tried. And now, I get to spend my life with him.
Propping myself on my hands so I can see him better, I say, “ I do have a question for you, though.”
“Shoot.”
“Do fiancée privileges come with knowing what ‘Finn’ really stands for?”
He laughs, the sound traveling all the way to my toes. “You’re insufferable.”
“You love me anyway.”
“I really do.” He presses his lips to mine, and I wonder if I’ll ever get tired of this. It seems that after a year, I should be done wanting more and more and more of him, but maybe that’s what happens when you’re with the right person. You can never get enough, always craving, greediness taking over.
With my nose pressed against his neck and his lips on my temple, I whisper, “I never thought I could ever be this happy.”
Finn’s hands grasp at my cheeks and level my face with his so I can see the glimmer in his eyes when he says, “Oh, darling, but this is just the beginning.”
