The corners of James's lips curl into the cutest, most heart melting smile I've ever seen on a man. He drags an arm around my neck and leans over to give me a bear hug.

"The best one," he says, and a cheesy smile lights up my face.

"I need a shirt to wear," I say, pulling back.

James looks up and down the length of my naked body. "I think you look fine just the way you are."

"I can't call Natalie without a shirt on." I hold up my left hand. "And I want to tell her we're engaged." I faux pout.

James fluffs my hair. I realize he hasn't stopped smiling at me since I said yes. Butterflies create designs with their wings around my heart. I wish I would've said yes sooner.

I wish… I decide right then and there to let go of my past decisions. I got the man. Why harp on the past when I can focus on the future?

"Technically, you can since she didn't pack you any clothes."

"True… How about I take it off the moment I hang up with her?"

"Deal."

Once my breasts are covered and James has a pair of shorts on, he tends to my tattoo with soap and water, then applies lotion. There's a little tightness and some burning, but he assures me it won't last more than a couple of days. He refills our flutes with champagne while I fix up our makeshift bed in front of the fire. It's toasty and picture-perfect to cozy up next to my fiancé for the rest of the night.

My fiancé.

"James." He places the bottle back in the ice bin then looks at me. "You're my fiancé." I don't know why I say it, it's not like he obviously doesn't know. James studies me with a peculiar look in his eyes, and a blush fills my cheeks. I guess I'm just giddy as hell that I blurt it out.

"And you're mine."

"We're getting married." I state the obvious like a fool. James seems more amused than anything.

"And I can't fucking wait."

Be still my heart.

James walks over and takes a seat next to me, then hands me a glass. He places the blanket over us and I pull up my knees and lean into his side. He wraps an arm around my shoulders. I can hear the bubbles fizzing as we tilt them toward each other to celebrate.

"To us."

Simple. I love it.

"To us," I repeat.

James and I toast, then we take sips.

"I can't believe we're getting married," I say excitedly.

"I think you're in shock."

I chuckle and James smiles. "I think you may be on to something." James gives me a knowing look. "So, when are we getting married?"

This time he laughs. "That's up to you and the kind of wedding we're going to have."

My eyes light up at the thought of our wedding. The gowns I get to try on… My lips curve into a smile. It's going to be so much fun dress shopping with Natalie.