Epilogue
Mischa
The following summer, Lorna and I have settled into a comfortable and passionate rhythm.
Our love has only grown stronger, and I know she is the one I want to spend the rest of my life with.
One evening, as the sun begins to set, casting a warm glow over the town, I suggest we go for a walk.
I take her hand, her touch as familiar and thrilling as it was when we first met, and lead her to a nearby park.
As we walk, I feel a slight nervousness in my steps, knowing this is more than our usual evening stroll.
We arrive at a secluded spot by the park's garden, and I stop, turning to face her. Taking a deep breath, I am amazed this stunning goddess is in love with me.
"I have something for you," I say, reaching into my jacket and pulling out a small, beautifully wrapped box. Her heart seems to skip a beat as she takes it from me, her hands trembling slightly.
"Open it," I whisper, my voice hoarse with emotion.
She carefully unwraps the box, her eyes never leaving mine. Inside, nestled on a bed of velvet, is a ring. A delicate band with a single, brilliant diamond. Tears well up in her eyes as she looks back at me, her lovely face broken out into a huge grin.
Falling to my knee, I say, "I'm much better with ice cream flavors than I am with words, but I love you with every ounce of my being, Lorna Collins. Will you marry me?"
"Mischa, this is perfect," she says, her voice choked with emotion. "Yes, of course I will marry you, my love."
Taking the ring from the box, I slip it onto her finger as my hands shake slightly. Standing up, I pull her into a passionate kiss. The world fades away as we lose ourselves in each other, the taste of her lips and the feel of her body against mine igniting a familiar fire within me.
When we finally pull apart, breathless and smiling, I take her hand and lead her back to my condo.
The moment we step inside, I kick the door shut and pull her into my arms, my lips crashing down on hers with a hunger that matches her own.
Our clothes come off in a flurry of desperate movements, and we stumble to the bedroom, our bodies entwined.
I lie her down on the bed, my eyes roaming over her body with a possessive gaze that seems to send shivers down her spine.
"You're mine," I breathe, "Forever."
"Yes," she whispers, arching her back as my hands explore her curves. "Yours forever."
I tease her, my fingers and lips trailing over her sensitive skin, building the tension until she's begging for release.
When I finally enter her, it's with a slow, deliberate thrust that leaves us both gasping.
Our bodies move in sync and I slide my hand in between us, rubbing her clit with my thumb.
Her orgasm builds at a rapid pace and when she comes, I join her, our bodies moving together at the peak.
Spent and satisfied, we collapse into each other's arms, our hearts beating in unison.
"I love you, fiance," I whisper, my fingers tracing lazy patterns on her skin.
"I love you too," Lorna replies, a contented smile on her lips. "Forever and always, my hero."