“Kallie Semple, I’ve got nothing else. No more tricks. No more surprises. Well, except for suing your ex on your behalf.”
She giggled and shook her head as her eyes fell to the ring. A simple emerald surrounded by small dazzling aquamarine stones. It had the daintiest band she’d ever seen, and no matter how Ash turned it, it sparkled.
“This is it. This is all there is. There’s me. There’s you. There’s the charity. And there’s Bali. Kallie Semple, will you marry me?”
Her eyes panned back up to his as a massive smile bloomed across her cheeks.
“Yes,” sh
e said. “Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!”
She threw herself at him, crashing their lips together. It was everything she wanted. Everything she could’ve dreamed for her life and more. She felt Ash smiling against her. She rolled him over and sank between his legs. She watched him pluck the ring from the box before he grasped her left hand, then slowly worked it onto her finger.
Then, he reached up and began peppering her face with kisses.
She giggled as they rolled back over and he flooded her skin with them. Down her neck. Along her shoulders. Down her stomach until she was a giggling, squealing mess. He rose up and brought her with him, her legs straddling him as he held her close.
“I was petrified you were going to say ‘no,’” Ash said with a whisper.
“I’m too scared to say ‘no,’” Kallie said playfully. “You’re suing my ex on my behalf and you just threatened an entire room full of rich people. I have no choice by to marry you now.”
Kallie pulled back and looked deep into Ash’s beautiful eyes.
They reminded her of the blue in her engagement ring. Just like the green emerald reminded her of the color of her eyes.
And the colors of Bali.
And of the yacht he probably got painted.
“What?” Ash asked. “What’s so funny?”
“You are the craziest man I know, you know that?”
“Crazy in love,” he said. “You don’t feel pressured into this, do you?”
“No one single bit,” she said.
“Because I don’t want you to think—”
Kallie encompassed his lips with hers before he could say another word.
“I made the right choice,” she whispered against his lips.
“I know,” he said with his cocky little grin. “I just want to make sure you know that.”
She playfully slapped his chest as their bodies fell back to the bed.
“It’s raining rose petals,” Kallie said.
“Too over the top?”
“I expect that from you now.”
“If you don’t like it—”
“Stop,” she said.
Her hand came up and she stroked her knuckles softly along his skin.