Kara's POV
I loved when George put his jacket on my shoulders. He didn't even ask, just put it on me. I close my eyes as I inhale. His jacket smelled of cologne and cigarettes. Just like him. My heart flutters. I love him so much. I honestly cannot believe how much I'm falling for him. I didn't care that he was famous or made all this money. All I cared about was me loving him and him loving me. We could be dirt poor for all I cared. I just wanted him by my side.
We keep walking in quiet. I never worry about silence with George. It's always comfortable, never strained.
We turn a corner and I gasp.
My eyes scan the small park in front of me. George and I stop walking as I look around, taking it all in. Hundreds of twinkling lights are hung from tree to tree across the bright green grass. There's a fountain in the middle, water rushing peacefully. There's a red blanket near the fountain with a bottle of champagne on it. Somewhere there is jazz music softly playing. It's as if we were expected.
I must have walked forward because George is no longer by my side. I turn to look for him. I open my mouth to say something but the look on George's face stops me dead. I've never seen him look more serious. I worry. I start to move towards him but he holds up his hand signaling me to stop. I take a quick breath in as I watch George lower down to one knee, never once breaking eye contact.
"Oh my god." I whisper.
"Kara Rose." He began.
"Over a year ago, I ran into you at a grocery store. Literally, ran into. And since then, never in my life has any one woman taken up so much of my thoughts. Ever since that first day I can honestly tell you not a single day has passed where I don't think of you. At times you had me more worried than I've ever been in my entire life. And yet my love for you is undeniable. If it's possible to love you more each day then that is what I do. You've already changed me into a better man. And you've already changed and grown so much from our first encounter. You have always been beautiful to me. Even when you were entangled in tubes at the hospital." He lets out a little laugh.
"But, you are so wonderful to me. I've discovered I can't go a day without you. I've never felt this way before. About anyone. Ever. I can't imagine life without you. My heart aches when I'm not holding you in my arms. I want to spend the rest of my life loving you and taking care of you through anything and everything. And I know this is a really long speech but in all honesty my stomach is in knots right now and you know how I tend to ramble when I'm nervous."
I smile, still unable to make out a word. I honestly did not see this coming.
"Kara?" George says.
"Yes, George?" He takes two deep breaths.
"Kara, would you do me the honors of making me the happiest man in the world?" He asked, finally opening the velvet box he'd been holding the whole time. I gasp when I see what's inside.
A sparkling, dazzling ring, 3 karat, princess cut diamond on a slender plain silver strand.
"Oh my god George." I whisper. He looks up at me through his long lashes. His face grows nervous. I get down so I'm kneeling right in front of him. George waits quietly but I know he's dying inside.
"I love you so much George Harold." I said. His hands still posed in mid air, holding the box open. His face starts to fall.
"I'm not finished!" I quickly say.
"I love you, George Harold. More than any man or person I've ever loved my whole life. I won't stand to spend my life with anyone other than you." George breaks into a smile.
"Kara, will you marry me?" George asks through a grin. I smile back.
"A million times, yes."
George pulls out the ring and slips it on my left ring finger. He wraps his arms around my waist, I reach my hands up around his neck and we kiss passionately. He eventually pulls back and stands. He offers his hand and helps me up. We walk over to the red blanket and sit on it. George opens the champagne and we sit, talking, drinking and kissing for hours until we begin to yawn.
George leads the way back to the car, stopping often along to kiss me. We drive home in bliss. George leans over to kiss me at every stop light. I laugh after the third one.
"What?" He asks.
"Just you." I reply.
"I can't help it!" He says.
"I have never been happier or more in love or happier, yes I said happy twice. I'm just really..." He slows the car off the road and turns to look directly into my eyes.
"So in love with you. Like head over heels." He says seriously.
We sit there for a moment. I lean across and kiss him for what seems like ever. When I finally pull back, George's eyes remain closed.
"I'm so in love with you too. Head over heels love." I say quietly, surprising myself at how much I firmly believe and mean every word.
He opens his eyes and smiles at me. He gives me a quick peck and turns back onto the road, picking up speed. We roll down the windows and turn up the music, Elvis blasting through the speakers. We laugh as the wind whips our hair. Hands together, fingers tightly entwined the whole way home.
