“Yes, Butcher. Yes, I’ll marry you.” And then she kissed me on the lips, and I closed my eyes and wrapped my arms around her, the ring box still in one hand, my other arm wrapped tightly around her, keeping her to me.
She rose up slightly, the grin on her face enough to make me fall to my knees if I’d been standing up. This woman was my everything. She was my world.
“You sure you’re ready to be hitched to a biker like me?” I slid my hand along her back and over her shoulder, trailing my fingers up the side of her neck to cup her cheek. I smoothed my thumb along her soft skin, marveling at the fact that I was such a lucky fucking bastard.
She sobered slightly and my heart skipped a beat. Poppy leaned down and pressed her lips to mine, and when she pulled back, I saw my life right before me. I saw my future.
Damn, so this was what being happy and complete felt like.
The End
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