The next morning, we decide to explore the small town we passed on the way to the cabin. It's one of those picturesque mountain villages with local shops, a farmers market, and a coffee shop that looks like it's been there for decades.
"This is perfect," I say, linking my arm through Zeke's as we walk down the main street. The morning air is crisp, and I'm wearing one of his hoodies over my sundress. "It feels like we're in a different world."
"That's the point." He kisses the top of my head. "No stress. No deadlines. Just us."
We browse through a few shops, and I can't stop looking at my ring. Every time the light catches it, I feel this surge of joy so intense it almost hurts.
"You keep doing that," Zeke says, amused.
"Doing what?"
"Looking at your ring like you can't believe it's
