Every time I looked at Kamran, emotion overcame me. I hoped he would be willing to get married for a second time. I thought he would say yes, but it was still nerve-racking.
Robert and Melissa took up the slack in the conversation, chatting about the resort and the different excursions we could do.
I tried my best to take part, and Kamran didn’t seem to notice that I was freaking out.
Finally, the waitress came over with the dessert menus and I took a deep breath, readying myself.
“I’m okay, thanks,” Kamran said before I could even say anything.
The others agreed, the waitress left, and suddenly, brunch was over.
“Want to go for a walk on the beach?” Kamran asked me.
I was dumbfounded for a second and looked at Melissa and Robert who both nodded to me, silently encouraging me to go.
“Uh, sure,” I said, pushing to my feet.
I supposed the beach was just as good a spot to propose.
I pushed to my feet, ready to follow after Kamran who was already walking away.
“Good luck!” Lissa hissed. “Stay calm.”
“I’ll try…”
Kam smiled at me when I reached him, hooked his arm in mine and led me off the balcony, down the path and onto the warm sand.
It felt nicer out here than in the restaurant. I’d kind of wanted the audience, though. I’d wanted to make it a bit of a scene and proclaim my love to the world.
“You know how much I love you, right?” Kamran suddenly asked.
I looked at him. He was staring out over the water, his gaze far away.
“Of course,” I said, and he finally turned to look at me.
“Good,” he said. “So this shouldn’t be too much of a surprise.”
When he slowly lowered onto one knee, I begged to differ. This was very, incredibly,ridiculouslysurprising.
“Kamran—”
“Wait, I have a speech,” he said nervously, pulling out a little scrap of paper along with a small white box. His hands were shaking.
“Oh my God.”
“Ryan,” he started. “You are my everything and—oops, I already missed a part.Ugh.”
He crumpled up the paper, shoving it in his pocket and opened the box.
“I love you,” he said, instead. “Please say yes.”
I was still staring, tears blurring my vision because holy hell, I couldn’t doubt anything now, could I?
“Well?” he prompted nervously, “what do you say?”
I couldn’t think of any way to answer except to drop to my own knee in front of him and pull the little black box from my pocket.
I could see the shock across his face, and then suddenly both of us were laughing, tears blurring our vision.
