She flung herself at him, knocking his breath from his lungs and nearly toppling him onto the carpet in the process, mashing her lips against his. Then she covered every inch of his face with kisses…wet ones, since her eyes were leaking uncontrollably.
Shane caught her against him and lay on the floor beneath her. He reached up and wiped the tears and damp curls from her cheeks, the engagement ring, her engagement ring, resting on the tip of his index finger.
He cradled her face in his hands, and her body pressed against his. “Is that a yes?”
She nodded, blinking back another barrage of emotion.
He leaned up and kissed her softly. “I love you, Crickitt,” he said, eyes shining with unshed tears. “I’ll never let you down again.”
“Shh.” She pressed fingers to his lips and smiled down at him. “Speak no evil.”