I watched his ass as he walked away. I really did love that ass. I loved the whole man attached to it, so actually the ass was just a bonus.
“Stop staring at my ass,” Chase called.
Chuckling I started scanning the ground for lost items. There were always things left behind: scarves, shoes, socks, mittens, even a tiny pair of pants last week, which left us laughing and confused.
I reached into the inside pocket of my jacket and pulled out the little velvet bag. I pinched the circle in my fingers and pulled it out, shoving the bag back in my pocket.
“Oh, man, I found something,” I called. “You should see this.”
I heard him groan, turn, and head back to the center.
He met me there, and there was mischief in his eyes. Mischief I wanted to be a part of forever.
“Look,” I said, and held out the ring.
“Oh, God! That looks expensive! We—”
I was down on one knee when he looked back to find my eyes.
“You bastard,” he breathed.
“Marry me, Chase Garcia.”
He tried not to let the happy tears fall, but there was no stopping them. “Yes! Yes!”
Under the darkening sky, in the middle of a pumpkin patch, I slipped an engagement ring on the finger of my everything, my guiding star, the man who brought my life out of retrograde forever.
THE END
