Page 39 of We Are All Sinners

“That is so fucking cute of you, but I have to go to work, remember? I can’t close the shop today. Plus, my vagina is pissed at you.” I say as I kiss his cheek coming down the stairs, taking the cup of coffee he made me off the tray as I go, taking that first magical sip to wake me up a bit.

Mm, so good.

“Well, you still have to eat. New Years Eve is in a few days. Will you take some time off?” he asks as he follows me into the kitchen and sets the tray on the counter, looking at me expectantly.

“Okay, I have time to eat. Maybe.” I smile at him as I take another long sip before I go through my normal morning routine.

“You have to sit down to do that.” He chastises, watching me like a hawk.

I pick up Jinx’s bowl, grab his cat food out of the refrigerator, open the pouch, and dump it in. I set the bowl back down, tossing the pouch in the trash, and take a seat next to Brix.

“Better?” I giggle knowing I’m annoying the shit out of him, still not answering his stupid question from last night. I sit back in my chair and sip my coffee, trying not to laugh as I take in his expression. He probably thinks I forgot.

“Well, we are sober now. Will you finally answer me?” he asks, looking a bit disheveled, practically begging.

“Answer you about what?” I ask, trying not to smirk as I take another long sip.

“You are going to make me beg aren’t you, my little witch?” he asks, smirking at me as he takes a bite of bacon.

“I’ll give you the answer you want when you ask me properly. I have never asked for much, but I would still like a proper proposal. One that I don’t expect coming!” I roll my eyes at the man who has done everything else perfectly.

He has to realize that a drunk proposal wouldn’t cut it just because it was cute, and because he knows deep down that I’m dying to say yes. This is one thing I won’t budge on.

I may not get the wedding in the long run, so I will relish the proposal. What he did last night just isn’t going to work for me. He is already full of himself at the fact that I more than willingly gave in to what I remembered and am already starting to fall for him in a whole new way.

I remember the feeling of loving him back then. It’s ten-fold now, especially after last night. He was adorable.

He sat behind me in the clawfoot tub, washing my hair and body, telling me how I was the only thing that mattered to him in this world. We polished off several more bottles of wine, asking each other all the things we were curious about, and he asked me to marry him while rinsing my hair.

I laughed, telling him he was nuts and only asking because we had lost so much time. I explained that he needs to put thought into a proposal before asking again.

He obviously didn’t think I was serious. He asked again as he fucked me under the waterfall in the pool, so I could live out my Cocktail, bartender fantasy. It was only fair since he got his whipped cream bikini one.

I told him not to ask stupid questions during sex when I’m not allowed to say no to anything, making him laugh a little, ruining his orgasm, but not mine. I still got mine!

He asked again while we watched an episode of The Originals, lying in front of the fireplace, eating cold pizza from the night before, and talking about how much our lives had changed in ten years.

I explained my fascination with all things The Vampire Diaries and The Originals when he saw my collection of little things from the shows in the library room. He had never seen or really heard of the shows, and I about lost my shit. I had to make him watch it.

I realize now that I started watching those shows my senior year in high school, wishing I could be more like Bonnie. That was the worst time in my life, when I was all alone.

He chose to ask again during a scene with Klaus and Cami. I started crying because I forgot about my best friend Cami, and he thought it was a good time to propose again.

When I said no, he grabbed the red sharpie that Emily left on the end table in the living room and drew a ring on my finger, promising to replace it when I say yes.

“I will draw this one for now, so that you can think about it and answer me when you are sober, or when I finally wear you down.” Brixon smiled wide drawing a ring on my finger, claiming me in another way. He made me laugh, acting like I had already said yes, talking about colors, flowers, who our wedding party will be, what kinds of cake we both want, and our dream honeymoon to Italy.

The only question in my mind about the actual wedding is who will walk me down the aisle. I already know that he is the only man that I could possibly ever want to be with.

“Evie?” Brixon looks at me expectantly, pulling me out of my daydream of us at the alter saying I do..

“Huh?” I ask, not hearing what he asked.

“Do you still like gumbo?”

“Yeah, why?” I ask looking at him like he is nuts. Everyone loves gumbo. What kind of a duh question is that.

“Noah is making dinner tonight and wants us to be there.

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