He pulls something from his back pocket and drops down to his knee, and my vision goes fuzzy. My heart is hammering inside my chest, and I’m nearly convinced this is a dream. A wonderful, wonderful dream.
“I want you forever, Courtney,” he continues, unable to keep himself from smiling that gorgeous smile he saves just for me. “Will you marry me?”
I grab his face and kiss him, too excited and shaky for words. It’s a long, deep kiss that seems to go on and on. I never want it to end.
Dmitry laughs and pulls away from me. “Is that a yes?”
I kiss him again in case the kiss-to-English translation isn’t perfect.
When he pulls away again, he’s beaming. Actually shining from the inside out.
I nearly forgot about the ring, so when he slips the huge rock on my finger, I gasp. “Yes!”
“Oh, now
