His wife? Did I hear this correctly?

Eyes licked seriously with mine, Liam slowly slips his hand inside one of his jeans pocket. I swallow convulsively, anticipating for the unknown. My breath hitches at each second ticking, driving my heart onto a rollercoaster of emotions until his hand comes out.

My world halts when he finally reveals a blood red box—a tiny jewelry case.

"I want to spend the rest of my days with you, Ms. Jones," he utters lovingly, driving me more insane. "You're the woman I want to live and grow old with, and I absolutely have no doubt about this, because you complete me in every possible way.

He swiftly, yet calmly, opens the box and a shiny gem twinkle into view.

"Liam," I breathe at last, my palm covering my mouth in stun.

As if my brain is playing tricks on me, I watch Liam sinking down on one knee, ignoring the fact that we're in the bathroom. He humbles himself right next to the bathtub, staring at me.

"Will you accept this ring and become my one and only wife, Kira Jones?" he asks softly, his eyes completely fixed on mine.

Oh my God!

I've heard these words before. I've watched countless scenes in the movies, and I've read them too many times in books, but now that I'm hearing them straight from the man I love, my Liam, I really don't think I understand them correctly.

"What—" I stammer. "I mean, what did you just say?"

"Will you marry me, Ms. Jones?" Liam repeats, and I clearly see the love, faith, and sincerity in his blue eyes.

He's a bit nervous—his body tense—yet his confidence prevails through his firm gaze.

I lower my gaze and meet a terrific ring shining bright like the diamond it is. Tears well up in my eyes and like a fool I find myself nodding while laughing and crying at the same time.

"Yes," I utter softly but powerfully. "Yes, Mr. Darcy, I will marry you."

I feel my hand lifted up, Liam holding it delicately, like a fragile little thing. Gently, a pretty cushion-cut diamond ring slid onto my finger. My heart trots as I look at it; its band embellished with tiny gems, so shiny and beautiful, and I'm engaged to the man of my dreams.

My Liam.

Can somebody pinch me? I'm staring at my ring, then at Liam, and I still can't even trust the pace of my own heartbeat. God, he's proposed to me! I feel like jumping but my body is strangely heavy. I want to scream, but my vocal is somewhat restrained.

"Thank you," Liam utters dreamily, pulling my naked body into his embrace as he shores on.

No, thank you. Tears fall down my cheeks and tighter I hug him back, crying on his chest.

It takes minutes for me to recover from this sudden change in my life, for I'm still dazzled with disbelief. It's utterly impossible to express how happy, elated, exhilarated, and all other felicity one could actually feel when something good happens.

And I'm nervous too—so very nervous.

I feel Liam's heart beating promisingly against my back, nestling my body with his engulfing embrace. He's decided to join me in the bathtub, and we have been like this—silent and static—for a while now. Time seems to be on a standstill, and I wouldn't mind living forever in this moment.

"Won't you ever talk to me again, my love?" Liam asks gently, teasing my bewildered disposition with gentle kisses on my neck.

"I will." I sniff, wiping the last, happy tear from my lashes. "I was just taking my time confirming whether this is real or my imagination. And it is real." I smile indulgently, a light sigh escaping my lips as I look at my ring for the umpteenth time.

"I feel the same way." He kisses the edge of my right shoulder. My body stirs and I moan tightly. "Honestly, I've been roaming around with the ring for a while now" — another kiss on the left neck— "so I'm glad it's finally with its rightful owner."

"Really?" I gaze up at him, my breath caught..

"Hmm." Liam nods, a playful smile dancing on his lips.

Woah! My subconscious hollers with a wistful grin, enjoying the summer in her beach hammock.

"It's lovely, and I love every detail of it," I breathe, my eyes fixed on my engagement ring.

"So it appears," Liam replies contentedly, joy evident through the tone of his voice. "I have Jamal's girlfriend to thank for her help."

Another kiss on my neck.

"Natasha?" I gawp, a bit surprised. "When?" I chuckle.

"You don't really need to know." He grins.

"No, Liam, I do need to know. Tell me, please."

"Why?" He's buried in the hollow of my neck, while cupping and kneading my breasts with his big hands.

"Because I want to," I breathe erratically, his lips and fingers sending pulses into my core.

"Okay." Liam's body moves slightly, and I see his hand stretching to reach for the shower gel I placed at the corner of the tub, freeing my one breast in the process. "I had it since our stay in Miami," he finally tells me, squirting the hot pink liquid in his hand, my second breast freed.

"Miami?" I gasp, my nostrils filled with the scent of roses.

"Yes." Liam rubs his palms together, smearing the gel.

"That long? Have you been planning to propose since then?" I'm shocked.

"Is it weird that my answer is yes?" Liam asks, and I don't know how to respond. So fucking weird. An insane amount of craziness, I might add. I chuckle. "Hey, do I sound stupid in love?" he adds, and I burst into a laughter, the sexual tension drooping.

"There's no problem being stupid in love," I reply as Liam slides his hands around my chest and begins to rub my skin gently, washing me. "As long as it's reciprocated," I add with a soft moan.

"Oh," Liam utters, and I can tell he's smiling from his voice alone.

Oh God! His hands are now moving perilously toward my breasts, while squeezing them gently.

I close my eyes and murmur, "To be honest, it's a bit weird that you had it since Miami. It had only been two weeks since we'd met by that time."

"Are you complaining, Ms. Jones?" He grazes his thumbs on my nipples, encircling them until I feel a sudden pinch that has me jump.

"Ah!" I whimper, and the effect travels up to my center. "Complaining? No. I'm not," I breathe, my mouth agape.

"Are you?" Liam chuckles amusedly, making me feel in heaven, a pretty beautiful heaven.

My head tips back back, leaning onto his shoulder, my breath harsh and my body hot.

"I wasn't going to let you leave my side, Kira," Liam says as I cling onto the sides of the tub, his hand advancing between my thighs, sliding smoothly with the gel.

"Liam," I hardly utter, my focus divided between on his romantic words, his sensual assault, and the growing erection of his that's poking my butt.

Having a handful, huh? The devil in me smirks.

"Yes?" he says, still kissing me, and softly touching me . . . right there.

"Um . . . nothing." I bite my lip, flustered, the pleasure unmeasurable. "I'm just surprised that you've been so serious about us, all along. I'm happy to know this. It means so much. I'm sorry for leaving you back then," I say softly, still enjoying his lewd touch, my hips moving coherently.

"Don't do it again."

"I promise."

"Then we're good," he whispers, rounding his move inside my sex, rubbing me gently. "Ah, you're wet," he says hoarsely, teasing me with his middle finger, stroking on, and off , again and again, making me crave for more.

"Don't stop," I plead, yanking his neck so as I kiss him on the lips, and he does as I want.

"You love it?" he asks, his voice demanding.

"Hmm," I hum, grinding on my behind to follow his pace. "Oh, Liam!" I rasp, he speeds up, kissing me hard. "Shit, I'm gonna—" I feel it running from my head to my groan, making my toes curl as I jerk up from the spasm of pleasure that rolls me into a whirlwind.

My body convulses and I hang onto Liam until I feel the cold ebbed.

That sweet feeling of completeness and emptiness, the feeling of relief. That little devil in me grins,

"Yes. That's my woman," Liam says proudly, enjoying the fruit of his labor.

I smile coyly, taking a deep breath. Did I just have an orgasm while seated on the bathtub? My breath refuses to slow down and I follow my hormones by grabbing Liam's face and reclaiming his mouth. Slowly I shift until I'm straddling him. A groan leaves him.

"I love you. And I want you right here," he snaps, holding my flimsy body in place.

"I love you too. Take me right here," I reply, and it's my turn to please him.