on.
The watch looked perfect against his wrist, like it belonged there. He couldn’t deny that he loved it, and he told her as much.
They continued to open their presents. She’d got him some dress shirts and ties, stating that since she’d ruined a few of his it was only fair to replace them. He recalled the first time she destroyed one of his shirts and almost ditched his plan. As far as he was concerned, she could destroy as many of his shirts, ties, pants, or any other piece of clothing he wore if it meant that in the end he was able to worship her body.
When everything else had been opened, Matthew reached around to the back of the tree and retrieved the lone box that remained. As soon as Cali saw it, she stilled, her eyes seeking his, questioning.
Matthew slid closer to her, their knees touching. “I know that we haven’t been together all that long, but Cali, I can’t imagine you not being in my life. I love falling asleep with you, waking up with you, and everything in between. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, beside you.” He opened the box, revealing the ring to her for the first time. “Will you marry me, Cali Stanton?”
Tears were glistening in her eyes by the time he finished his speech. She felt exactly the same way. Although she’d always prided herself on being an independent person, she couldn’t imagine living her life without Matthew in it anymore.
“Yes.”
His shoulders sank with what looked to be relief. Did he really think there was a possibility she’d say no?
Matthew took the ring out of its box, and placed it on her finger. She had to admit it was perfect. The ring was beautiful, but not flashy. It was obvious he’d put a lot of time into finding it, but that was Matthew. He didn’t do things halfway.
She smiled up at him. “It’s beautiful.”
He let the now-empty box fall to the floor, taking her face between his hands. “Beautiful,” he whispered as his mouth descended.
It was hours before she thought of anything else. This had truly been a Christmas to remember.
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