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me. He nipped my lower lip lightly with his teeth and my fingers tangled in his hair. He pulled away, running his nose along my collarbone and leaving a trail of small kisses.
    He gazed down at me with lust filled green eyes and my whole body responded to that look. My heart beat faster, my breath faltered, and my body arched up, desperate to meet and connect with his.
    But we were in public and that was a huge mood killer…at least for me.
    “Does it get better than that?” My words were barely audible. Trace had that affect on me, stealing my thoughts, my breath, and now my voice.
    “Better,” he grinned, climbing off of me. He unzipped his guitar case and grabbed a pick. I sat up, crossing my legs under me.
    He closed his eyes, and his whole body shuddered, like he was scared of what he was about to do.
    Then he began to play, and when he sang, tears sprung to my eyes.
    “’105 is the number that comes to my head when I think of all the years I wanna be with you. Wake up every morning with you in my bed, that’s precisely what I plan to do.’”
    He stared into my eyes as he sang his slowed down version of Jason Derulo’s song, Marry Me.
    “’We’ll forever be in love, so there ain’t no need to rush. But one day, I won’t be able to ask you loud enough. I’ll say will you marry me. I swear that I will mean it. I’ll say will you marry me. How many girls in the world can make me feel like this? Baby, I don’t ever plan to find out. The more I look, the more I find the reasons why you’re the love of my life.’”
    The look in his eyes of complete and total love had me sobbing. People in the park were beginning to stare at us, but I didn’t care. I dabbed at my eyes, biting my lip to quiet my cries. I didn’t want to miss a moment of this.
    “’You know one of these days when I get my money right, buy you everything, and show you all the finer things in life. We’ll forever be in love, so there ain’t no need to rush. But one day, I won’t be able to ask you loud enough. I’ll say will you marry me. I swear that I will mean it. I’ll say will you marry me.’” The last lyric ended in a whisper as he put his guitar to the side and pulled a small black box out of his pocket. He bent down on one knee in front of me and opened the box. My eyes widened.
    “Olivia, that day is today, will you marry me?” After the words left his mouth he bit his lip, and there was fear in his eyes. I didn’t know how that crazy man could ever think I’d say no.
    Words failed me. I brushed my tears away and did what any logical person would do in my situation. I tackle-hugged him.
    “Whoa,” he cried, catching me as we fell in the grass.
    I brushed my lips lightly over his before kissing him deeply. “Yes,” I breathed in-between kisses. He kissed me fiercely, grabbing me by the neck with one hand and by the waist with the other, pressing me into him. His tongue brushed against my lips and my mouth opened in response.
    Clapping echoed around us.
    Heat infused my cheeks and I pushed myself off his chest. He sat up, cradling me in his lap.
    “I believe this belongs to you,” he grabbed the fallen jewelry box. He pulled the ring out of the box and slipped it on my finger. It was a beautiful ring, with three emerald cut diamonds. I stared down at it in awe.
    “Congratulations!” Someone called from the crowd that had formed around us.
    “I’m putting this on YouTube,” another said.
    “Thanks,” Trace waved, chuckling.
    I buried my face in his neck, inhaling his manly scent.
    The crowd gradually disappeared and we were left relatively alone in the park.
    “That was—” I floundered for words. “Beautiful.”
    He kissed my forehead and tucked a stray curl behind my ear. “I’m glad you think so.”
    “You’re amazing,” I whispered, kissing his jaw.
    “I thought we’d already established that,” he chuckled.
    “Did we really just get engaged?” I asked him. I honestly was still in disbelief