Blame it on the whiskey, p.6
Blame It On the Whiskey, page 6
But I also know that six months is a long time. Things change. I graduated from college and have my teaching degree. I haven’t applied to any schools, but I know I need to. I make a promise to myself that I’ll do it as soon as I get back to Redwood.
Finally, it’s my turn, and I walk down the aisle and step off the plane. I take the long ramp and walk out into the airport. As soon as I get to the open area, I spot Parker.
He’s leaning against a wall, dressed in khaki pants and a tight black T-shirt. Everything inside me is telling me to run for him, but I walk as calmly as I can.
When he spots me and opens his arms, I don’t have a choice. I take off running and bolt into his arms. We kiss and reach for each other in urgency. Our lips, teeth, and tongues mesh together in an electrifying kiss. When he feels my tears, he pulls back, cupping my face in his hands. “What’s wrong? Why are you crying?”
I shake my head, embarrassed. “I missed you.”
He picks me up and swings me around in his arms. “Not as much as I missed you.”
I breathe out a sigh of relief. “I thought for sure you were bringing me here to break up with me.”
He looks at me in amazement. “Why would you think that?”
I shrug. “You’re here, I’m in California. Six months is a long time, Parker. I just didn’t know.”
His arms tighten around me. “I’m not breaking up with you.”
I laugh. “Yeah, I figured after that kiss.”
He leans his forehead against mine. “I can’t wait to get you under me, but first, there’s something I want to ask you.”
My voice cracks. “Okay, sure, what is it?”
He takes a deep breath and drops to one knee. His hand is trembling as he holds a small box in it. He opens it, the whole time staring up at me.
My hands fly to my mouth, and I barely hold the scream in.
He holds the beautiful diamond ring up to me. “Haven, I love you. I’ve always loved you. We may have started as friends, but I want it all with you. I want to be your friend, your lover, the person that protects you and is there for you. I want to be your husband. Will you marry me?”
I tackle him. There’s no other way to say it. I dive onto him, pushing him backwards, wrapping my arms around him. I know we look crazy on the floor of the airport, but I don’t even care. He pushes me to my back and hovers over me. “Is that a yes?”
I’m smiling and crying all at once. “Yes. Yes, I’ll marry you.”
He leans down and presses his lips to mine. Only when he pulls away do I realize he’s put his ring on my finger. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
We kiss and hold one another until the airport security comes to ask us if we’re okay. We are laughing as we walk out of the airport, hand in hand, planning our future together.
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