One hundred and forty-nine

Talia's POV:

Within minutes, my man was ready. He never slacked to show that he was a Greek god on earth. Radiant as ever, he dressed in black shorts, black turtleneck-long sleeves and white training sneakers. Surprisingly, I'd worn the same outfit as him, which made it seem like we had agreed on that prior to the result.

"You look breathtaking for someone who is just going for a casual walk," I complimented him.

Giggling, "don't exaggerate my looks. How about you? Looking like a supermodel out for a shoot." Linking my hands to his, he kissed my ring finger, making sure to linger on the gigantic rock on that finger. That was his way of reminding me that I was forever his. "Shall we?"

"Of course."