She smiles, holding out her left hand. “I’m asking.” I take her hand, not caring that we’re both trembling as I slip the ring on her finger. Then she wraps her arms around my neck, and I kiss her like she’s the only person I’ll kiss for the rest of my life. “Marry me, Ryan,” she murmurs against my lips. “I’m asking. Make me the happiest woman in the world.” “Yes,” I say with my whole soul. “Marry me.” “Yes.” All around us, the crowd goes wild.
