Page 103 of Never Flirt with a Dragon
A few weeks passed that way before one night, Jasper led me out onto our balcony for a sunset dinner of pancakes. It was like the good old times during heat, but so damn much better.
We chatted while we ate, with Jasper telling me about an argument between two of the more dramatic members of the thunder. I laughed at their antics, and his lips were curved in one of those small half-smiles I loved as he told the whole story.
We finished eating, and I snuggled up against his side to watch the sun finish setting over the mountains. He pulled me close, holding me at his side.
“Remember when I mentioned that ring?” he asked me, catching me off guard with the question.
“Yes…” I hadn’t thought much about it, assuming he’d give it a few months before we got to that point. “Did you change your mind or something?”
“Of course not. I was just making sure you hadn’t forgotten.”
“Jas, you can’t mention proposal to a woman and then—oh. OH.” I cut myself off, my eyes widening as Jasper pulled away from me enough to kneel on one knee.
“Randa,” he said, his voice low but warm. “I’m in love with you. Will you marry me?”
There were no dramatics. No elaborate plan or staging, either.
It was so very Jasper.
And I loved that.
I couldn’t help it—I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him fiercely.
Passionately.
With everything I had.
He kissed me back for a moment before he pulled away. “Is that a yes?”
“Of course it is!”
He laughed. “Good.”
And he kissed me again.
I pulled away when I realized I hadn’t responded to his statement. “I love you too!”
“I know.”
He recaptured my lips, and the kiss went on for ages.
Life with him was everything I’d never realized I wanted… and thanks to the magic between us, it would never have to end.
epilogue
JASPER—ABOUT A YEAR LATER
The lights twinkled around the massive ballroom Randa’s parents had rented out. The place was so packed, she and I had been joking mentally that our wedding was the event of the century.
But neither of us cared how many people were there.
Or how fancy the décor was.
We were tying our lives together in the human way. That was what mattered.
The wedding went off without a hitch, and we were almost through the reception. Though we’d spent much of the night making small talk with people Randa’s parents had invited, I’d noticed my mate watching her sister every chance she got.
“You’re staring at Vi and Eli again,” I murmured into her mind, as we walked to the next couple waiting to meet us.
