Page 61 of Always the Baker
“I can’t believe this is happening,” I said. My voice was shaky with emotion. “Are you sure you want to tie yourself to a small town girl who smells like baked goods with paint-stained hands?”
Brax stood up, cupping my face. “I’ve never been surer of anything in my life.”
As I looked at him, my vision blurry with happy tears, I realized that for once, my insecurities were quiet. At that moment, I felt like I could conquer the world, and it was all because of this man.
I threw my arms around Brax’s neck, pulling him close. His spicy, warm scent enveloped me as our lips met. The kiss was electric, passionate, and tender all at once. I could feel his heart racing against mine.
When we finally broke apart, I couldn’t stop smiling.
“So, does this mean I get backstage passes to all your shows now?” I teased.
Brax laughed, and the sound rumbled through his chest. “Backstage? Sweetheart, you’ll be center stage with me if you want.”
As we stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms under the starry sky, I felt a surge of excitement for our future. Brax began to sing the latest song he’d written for me quietly into my ear, lulling me into a state of peace that made this moment even more perfect. He turned my back to his front, and we continued to sway as he sang. I glanced down at the ring on my finger. It was like a dream. All of this—painting, baking, loving…him. He was a dream that was now my reality, and my life was finally so perfect I never had to lie because of insecurities or lack confidence in who I was again.
The End
