Rafe Cameron was in love. Not the causal, summer fling kind of love that flared hot and burned out. No, this was the deep, ridiculous, I’ll-put-up-with-anything kind of love. He’d take you anywhere you’d want to go and give you the world if he could. He set you both on a vacation to the Caribbean, where it’d just be the two of you. Watching the sunset, his arm wrapped loosely around your waist and you in your perfect cute bikini. He was a goner.

Resting his chin on your shoulder, he softly whispered, ”I’m gonna marry you someday.”