Sawyer kissed my neck, then nudged my collar out of the way so he could press his nose to the spot where my shoulder and neck met. He took several long, slow breaths and relaxed completely against me. He didn’t have to worry. He knew I would hold him up.
“Admit it,” he whispered, his breath tickling my skin. “This was the best idea I’ve ever had.”
“Well…second best.”
He pulled back, confusion all over his pretty face. I smiled at him, then kissed him. It was short and sweet, but we’d have plenty of time for the other kind of kisses later.
“Firstbest was asking me to marry you.”
Sawyer threw back his head and laughed, and the sound made me grin. He was so happy, it was as though the past few months hadn’t happened. I loved him like this, and I vowed right then and there to do whatever I had to in order to keep him this way.
“Okay, point,” he conceded, laughter still in his voice. “Second best. But holy crap, Preston, this is going to be amazing.”