Page 91 of The Taste of Deceit

“It is now.”

I slide my hands to her hips, holding her close while the waves roll gently around us. The music from one of the bars farther down the beach drifts across the water, faint enough to blend with the rhythm of the ocean.

She rests her forehead against mine.

“I wish we could stay here forever.”

“So do I.”

“I don’t want to go home.”

I brush a strand of wet hair behind her ear.

“We have to.”

She sighs dramatically before smiling again.

“At least I get to go home with my fiancé.”

I smile.

“You like saying that, don’t you?”

“I love saying it.”

She grins.

“My fiancé.”

I laugh.

“Yes?”

“My fiancé.”

“You already said that.”

She kisses me, quick and sweet.

“I wanted to say it again.”

I shake my head.

“I don’t think I’m ever going to get tired of hearing it.”

“Good.”

She holds up her left hand between us. I look down at the ring, then back at her.

“It looks good on you.”

“You think?”

“I know.”

She admires it for another second before looking back at me.

“I’ve never been happier.”