“Will you marry me?”
My heart pounds as I hold up the ring, waiting for her response. Her hair covers her face, so I can’t see her expression.
After a minute of silence, my patience is gone. “Goddammit Tess, you’re going to marry me whether you like it or not.” I take the ring and slip it on her finger.
She stares at the diamond, absentmindedly tucking her hair behind her ear. There she is. My gorgeous woman. She wasn’t hesitating or rejecting me. Tears stream down her cheeks, evidence of her overwhelm.
“I don’t even know what to say right now.”
“Say yes.” I demand.
“Yes, sir.”
“That’s my fighter.”