“Nick, what’s gotten into you?” Mom asked, frowning at the glass in his hand.

"Somethin’ in the water," he said cryptically as he gave himself another couple of fingers. This time, however, he only sipped, so whatever it was couldn’t have been that bad.

We exchanged a confused look before he muttered something about not being ready for this and disappearing.

Weird.

It wasn’t much longer before I realized what Dad’s sudden drinking spree was all about. Halfway through dinner, Jeremy scooted his chair back and rose to his feet. Everyone stopped talking when he cleared his throat. Suddenly, my hands were clammy, and my heart’s tempo increased until it was practically racing.

"Umm," he started off, coughing then picking his wine glass up to take a sip.

I did the same as my mind ran a hundred miles a minute, wondering what was about to happen.

"I just wanted to say I appreciate you all being here for my graduation. Mom, Dad, Jenna, Chris for traveling to be with me to celebrate. Nick and Vicky for graciously opening your home to me. Lexi, for all of those nights you helped me study. I wouldn’t be standing here, a college graduate and the new agent at Keller-Williams Realty if it weren’t for all of you sitting here today."

My heart warmed as he went around the room, thanking each and every one at the table, even Ty, my sister’s boyfriend, who had quickly ingrained himself with my family. But, when Jeremy turned to me and took my hand, pulling me up out of my chair, I forgot that anyone else was in the room. He leaned in and gave me a kiss on the cheek before dropping on the ground to one knee. Gasps echoed all around us, but suddenly, I had tunnel vision. All I could see was his face. All I could hear was his voice. At that moment in time, the only thing existing was us.

"Sierra, I love you. I’ve loved you since I was eight years old, and somehow, even way back then, I knew you were it for me. At eight years old, I knew you were going to be my wife and, one day, I'd be the luckiest man on the planet because I'd get to spend the rest of my life with you. And that's what I want. You, me, forever."

Heat rose on the back of my neck, and my eyes widened. My heart was beating faster than ever before. My lungs refused to take breath as Jeremy continued.

"We may be young, Sierra, but none of that matters. I want forever with you, and I always will. So, can't it start right now? Will you? Marry me."

The last part wasn't a question, yet it was still perfect. He knew my answer—and that he didn’t even have to ask. I could never say no to this man. I would never say no to this man. I looked up to see the faces of my most loved ones watching us, waiting for my response, even though they all knew what it would be. Mom and Lexi both had tears in their eyes while Dad appeared proud.

I smiled down at the face of the only man I'd ever loved. The only one I would ever love.

"Forever started a long time ago with us, Jeremy. Nineteen ninety-two to be exact. "

He nodded, unmoving from his kneeling position. "You've been with me every step of the way, and now, I'm headed out into the real world. None of it means anything if you're not by my side. I knew when I was eight years old that I was going to marry you. I still know that now. So, how about it Sierra? Will you make my lifelong dream come true? Will you be my Mrs. Michelangelo?"

He waited with bated breath as I gazed down at him. I knew exactly how to give him the perfect answer. My hand rose to my mouth and I spit directly into my palm. As realization gleamed in his eyes, the corners of his lips turned up in a slow grin, transforming his face from the cute boy-next-door to the gorgeous man I was ready to pledge my love to.

“The ultimate spit pact?” I asked, giving him a teasing smile. “What do you say, Banks?”

He grinned back at me, causing my heart to melt at the deep dimples in his cheeks. “Well, I thought a ring would seal the deal, but you’re right.” As he stood, he spit in his own hand and placed it in mine. It was wet, slimy, and oh so unbelievably perfect.

My heart flip-flopped as he repeated his question.

“Will you marry me, Sierra?”

“Yes!” I shouted.

He wrapped his arms around my waist and twirled me around. I cupped his cheeks, gazing down into the gorgeous eyes of my future husband.

“A better ending than Copper and Tod. Much, much better than Dawson and Joey.”

“That’s because a new it couple has taken over. From now on, it’s Jeremy and Sierra.”

“That’s the way it’s always been.”

“And always will be.”

“Always?”

“Forever.”

WHEN I WAS A teenager, I once told Jeremy I didn’t need fancy. I just needed him. Even though we were now in our twenties and could afford fancy, the thought still rang true. So that’s why, just four short weeks later, I was back to where it had all begun and more than ready to say, “I do.”

After Jeremy had proposed, we’d finished dinner, celebrated with our families, and then snuck away for a celebration of our own. We were lying in his bed, breathless and sated from commemorating our engagement in the most intimate way. I held my hand out, admiring the solitaire square-cut diamond he’d given me. Knowing it’d been his grandmother’s meant the world to me, and I’d wear it proudly for the rest of my life. His fingers came to mine and he kissed my hand. I rested my chin on his naked chest and grinned up at him.

“So, now that we’re engaged, you don’t mind having sex in my parents’ basement?” I teased.

He growled at me, flipping me onto my back and sinking slowly back into me, filling me to the hilt. I nearly forgot what I’d said as he held himself inside me. His eyes were glazed with lust, and he held my hands just above my head.

“Marry me,” he whispered.

“I believe I already said yes,” I panted, breathless as he resumed making love to me.

His movements were slow, methodical, and with how close we were, he was creating a delicious friction on my clit that had me writhing beneath him, wanting…needing more.

He leaned down and peppered kisses along my jaw. “Marry me, baby,” he said, his lips finding my ear.

“Mmm,” was all he got in response.

And that’s when he stopped—and when I whimpered. I lifted my hips, rolling them, but he pushed down, holding me in place on the bed.

“Marry me.”

As my orgasm began to recede, I frowned. “Yes, Jeremy. I’ll always says yes,” I whispered.

He lifted up and gazed down into my eyes. “As soon as possible. I want that ring on your finger. My last name on your license. You livin’ in my house, where I can make you scream my name and you won’t have to hold it in so your parents won’t hear.”

I nodded, and he entered me with a driving thrust that stole my breath. I was nearing the precipice of my climax and he was fully aware. With three more deliberate thrusts, I was seized by a rush of sensation so intense I swore I saw stars.

“As soon as possible,” he said against my lips as he pulled out and spilled his release on my belly.

That’s when I realized I wanted soon, too.

Those four weeks dragged, and they also flew. They were frantic at times, but knowing I was going to marry the love of my life in less than a month made every ounce of the stress I experienced worth it.

It was simple. It was relatively easy. It was just like us, and it was beautiful.

We were getting married in the place where we’d met. The place where we’d first loved. The place where I’d set my hand in his and gave him my forever. The place where he had done the same.