Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 97865 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 489(@200wpm)___ 391(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97865 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 489(@200wpm)___ 391(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
I inhale and exhale slowly, keeping my emotions at bay. I raise my hand and brush her wild hair behind her ear. “You look like someone I don’t deserve. But my selfish self says you look like my forever.” My words get caught in my throat as I reach for the box that’s been burning a hole in my pocket for days, waiting for the right moment. I allow her to slide down my body until her feet are secure. “Fable Evans.” I drop to one shaky knee, and her mouth drops open. I ignore it, making myself continue. “I’m not good for you. You probably secretly hate me. . .” I take a breath. “But as you know, I take what I want. I have control issues, but nothing compares to the power you have over my heart.”
I reach up, catching a falling tear. “I fell in love with you the moment you tripped into my arms. I felt your heartbeat against mine, and it changed my life.”
She chuckles as she wipes at her cheek. “If you could see yourself through my eyes, you’d know you’re a blessing, a miracle, this beautiful enigma. . . and you wouldn’t question anything. I’m not worthy of you, but I’ll cherish the gift I was given until you decide you’re done with me.”
I open the box, my fingers shaking, and reach for the diamond ring I spent endless hours choosing. Not to mention the additional time I endured listening to Mindy try to convince me her girl wanted a pink diamond. “Fable Evans, will you marry me?”
Tears cascade down her beautiful cheeks. She wraps her arms around me, hugging me tightly, my eyes filling with the same emotion. When she pulls back, I smile, dying to hear her say—
“No.”
I’m still smiling when her reply settles in. “No?”
“No. I can’t have a man who threatens me with a Netflix bill whenever times get tough—which I still think is high. I need a man willing to throw me in the bedroom and take care of me.”
Little brat. “If that’s the case, I’ll cancel the service altogether.”
Her eyes widen. “Well, don’t do that. The new season of Top Chef starts next week.”
“I’ll call the company and threaten their lives if they don't lower the monthly payment.”
She thinks about it and nods, easing my worrying heart. “Okay. We have a deal.”
“A deal?” I look up at her.
“Yes. I’ll commit to being your wife, the other half of your heart. Because that’s what you are to me.”
Fuck. I grab her and pull her down, choking back my tears as I slide the ring on her finger. When she pushes me backward and topples us over, I take it. I take the musical giggles and bask in the happiness that washes over me. This love. . . it’s intense and scary, but it’s real. It has power. And damn, does it feel good.
The End