Page 19 of Cutting Ties
“Anthony. I’m tired. We should go to bed.” Giving me a saucy little grin, she added. “And sleep. I need to clean up before that though.”
My grin widened. “We will – in a minute.”
Looking down at her bloodied dress, she frowned. “Anthony, what could be more important than a shower and sleep right now?”
Pulling the ring from the jeans pocket, I slowly sank to one knee, holding the ring out to her. Her dark eyes widened, and mouth fell open, yet no words came out. “This may not be the best way or the best time, but considering everything that we’ve experienced I think there couldn’t be a better time. I came here with the ring, ninety percent sure I was going to propose but after everything that has happened, I know I want you with me for the rest of our lives. I love you Valentina, I’ve loved you even before I came here. Will you marry me?”
She continued to look at me. Was she in shock? I couldn’t tell, but her refusal to say anything was making me very, very uneasy.
Had I just made a grave mistake and ruined everything with shit-assed timing on my part?
Dammit.
