He sucks in a breath and presses his forehead against mine. As much as I love looking at the ring, I love looking at him more.
“It was my mum’s. My nan’s originally. My grandad worked two jobs to be able to afford a ring he felt was equal to Nan’s beauty. It meant so much to them both. They knew they would hand it down, so when my dad told them he wanted to propose, she gave it to him. It’s why my nan only wears a wedding ring now. And when my mum died, the ring was given to me.” He takes a breath. “Texas, from the moment that ring was passed down to me, it has belonged to you.”
“Oh my God, I love you.”
I wipe my tears and press my lips against his. He kisses me back with so much passion that I feel like my heart is going to explode.
Can you love someone too much? Because this is so overwhelming that it almost hurts.
Kitt pulls back again, and I’m beginning to hate him for breaking our kisses. But then, he slides the ring onto my finger, and I let out a proper girlie little sob.
“I want to marry you now,” he rasps, staring at the ring on my finger.
“We kind of need someone to officiate, or it’s just a primary school marriage.”
Looking up, he smirks. “I don’t think I’ll ever find enough words to describe how much I love you.”
“You could just take me to bed and show me.”
His eyebrows shoot up. “Well, I am a big believer in actions speaking louder than words.”
I grip the hem of his T-shirt and pull him closer. “Then, action me up real good, rock star.”
This book has been one of those never ending books that takes a lot of time and patience. Unfortunately, I possessed neither.
So, I want to say a huge thank you to my girls who have gotten me through late nights and long writing sessions. Kirsty, Zo?, Hilda, Chloe, and Rachel, you girls keep me sane!
To my husband, Joe, and our son, Ashton, thank you both for being so understanding when I was chained to the laptop.
A big shout-out to the bloggers who have signed up to promote this release. You work long hours, often with nothing in return, and I don’t think I’ll ever be able to express how much that means.
That brings me to my readers. Thank you so much for your love, support, and all of the amazing messages you send that make the late nights and (many) moments of pure stress and anxiety totally worth it.
You’re all my rock stars.
UK native Natasha Preston grew up in small villages and towns. She discovered her love of writing when she stumbled across an amateur writing site and uploaded her first story, and she hasn’t looked back since.
She enjoys writing contemporary romance, gritty Young Adult thrillers and, of course, the occasional serial killer.