life with you. Will you marry me?”
“Yes!” I sob, throwing my arms around his neck and dragging him into me. The pads of my fingers dig into his flesh and I hold him there, soaking everything about this moment in, never wanting to let go. He pulls back, pressing his lips against mine, in a kiss that I feel travel through me in waves. It’s a kiss that I feel settle deep in my bones.
Roman takes the box from me and slides the ring onto my finger. I’m not surprised that it’s a perfect fit. Everything about this proposal is so beyond perfect, I don’t even care that he couldn’t wait to do this over a fancy dinner. I’d take him proposing with a goddamn Ring Pop and still be overjoyed. Because it’s from Roman, my dream man.
“You couldn’t do this sooner? My dad’s going to kill you for getting me pregnant before marriage,” I tease. Our next baby announcement was going to be for my brother and parents, but I guess that won’t be the only thing we’re announcing, when we head down to Long Beach to visit them next weekend.
Roman snorts. “We’ve done everything ass backward, so why would this be any different? Plus, your parents want to see photos of the engagement, so maybe we’ll still do that fancy dinner after all, just to keep the illusion that I do deserve you.”
My bottom lip trembles. “I love you, Roman Banks. That means I’ll tell this proposal story to all our children and grandchildren because it’s ours. The real version. Not some cookie-cutter bullshit that isn’t us.” I press a kiss to his lips, and when we pull away, gasping for breath, I keep looking from the ring back to this man. This moment still feels so surreal. When I moved into that house, never in a million years, did I think my neighbor would be a man like Roman. Never could I have imagined that I’d fall into such a deep hate with that neighbor and slowly fall irrevocably in love with him.
I glance down at Max, who’s standing beside Rome, staring up at us, his head cocked to the side.
“Maxie, you were in on this?” I choke, emotion clogging my throat. He barks in response, making both of us laugh.
Sitting up, I wrap my arms around Rome and tug him onto the bed with me. His mouth works mine, trailing from my lips down to my neck, lingering there, until I’m squirming on the sheets from the magic that is his tongue.
When he reaches for the hem of my shirt, and I reach for his, I proceed to make love to the man who owns my entire heart.
There are some loves, some dreams that feel like they’re beyond reach. You never quite feel like you’re going to find both.
But I did.
I found my dream in Roman and our little family that’s now expanding.
And our love may not be the kind people write home about, but it’s ours. It’s one of a kind. It’s the kind of love that brings out the stars on the darkest nights. The kind of love that finds all your missing pieces and puts them perfectly together.
It’s the kind of love that builds a home in your heart. Home isn’t where you’re from. It’s where you belong. Some of us travel the world to find it. Others find it in a person.
I’ve found my home in Roman.
Our love is the kind that makes even the biggest cynics fall head over heels for the annoying girl next door.
It’s eternal.
It’s us.
The End.
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Book One in the Twin Lies Duet
Two sisters. One unsolved murder. A sickening plot for revenge.
When Mackenzie Wright attends her first real high school party, held somewhere deep in the woods of her small California town, no one expects to wake up the next morning to news of a gruesome murder. Especially not her own sister’s.
No suspects.
No motive.
No convictions.
Just one unsolved murder and whatever’s left of the now deserted town.
Mackenzie has spent years with her sister’s death weighing heavily on her shoulders, but it isn’t until she stumbles across a photograph that