I flip to the dedication page and my heart stops. To my muse: I wrote all my books for you, even before I met you. But this one even more so than the rest. Because this is the book in which I ask you to love me forever. To be mine. To say yes. When I drag my eyes up from the page, vision blurry, he’s kneeling in front of me. A small box open in his hands and a giant smile across his perfect face.
