♥ Megan ♥
The first thing I saw when I woke up was the ring on my finger. The night before came back in pieces. The balcony. Fireworks. Shane’s voice. The box. My own, yes. I lifted my hand closer. The ring was simple. Gold band, oval stone, nothing flashy. It looked right there, as if it had been waiting for my hand to catch up to my heart.
“You are staring again,” Shane said, voice rough with sleep. I turned my head. He lay on his side, his eyes soft.
“It feels unreal,” I said. “In a good way. But unreal,”
“It is very real,” he said. “You said yes. I replayed it all night,” he touched the band lightly with his fingertip. A small shiver moved up my arm. “Good morning, fiancée,” he added. The word settled somewhere deep inside me.
“Good morning, future husband,” I said, and he grinne
