Breaking the kiss, we both looked at each other in wonder, breathing heavily. I touched my lips with my hand, amazed at the moment.
"My Jewel, my sweet precious Jewel." Skye crooned. "You do have witchcraft in your lips." He took my face in both his hands.
I only looked at him, my heart warming at his words.
"I do so want you, my love. Now and forever."
I blushed but felt a bit puzzled by his last words. Suddenly going on one knee, he produced a small box. When he opened it, one of my hands flew to my mouth, and I gasped in surprise.
"Jewel, my lovely beauty. The light of my wonderful existence. Will you do me the honours and make me a happy man, by becoming my wife?"