Page 36 of Valentine's Miracle

“Let’s get out of this room and have some breakfast,” she suggests with a grin.

“I’m going with you to Spain,” I insist, and I’m not looking for a fight.

She isn’t either. “Okay, Spain in the winter isn’t that cold and manageable in certain areas.”

Victoria gasps, turning to her nightstand and taking her phone. The device divides us, and I can’t see her face as she squeals in shock.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, my love!” She throws her arms around me, peppering my face with kisses as I just caught up with what’s happening.

“I’m sorry I didn’t get you anything,” she murmurs, pouting and upset.

“I only want one thing.”

Her eyes immediately gleam, brightening with enthusiasm on her face as she bobs her head. “Anything. Tell me, tell me. I’ll get you anything. Not the moon, though, we need to be realistic and within my ability to do so. I’m not superhuman—”

The corner of my lips twitch at her rambling. “I want you to be married to me.”

“What?”

“That’s what I want for every Valentine’s Day gift. I want you to be my wife.”

She laughs, warm and gentle—it hits close to home as she threads her fingers into my hair. “Since when did you become this smooth? Did you learn from Sebastian? He’s rubbing off on you.”

“No, it’s what I want.” I’m adamant, and she’s calmer now. “Over the years, I realize that I can’t live without you and I don’t want to spend a minute of my life knowing that someone can take you away from me.”

Her observant eyes follow the contour of my face before landing on my eyes, a flicker of light from outside flashes for a brief second.

“I love you, Silas, for a long time. Yes, I want to marry you too.”

I nod slowly, my stomach grows tight as I wait for a laugh to tell me that this is a joke and she doesn’t want to marry me.

“I want my yearly gift to be you as my husband.”

I claim her lips, just kissing as long as possible. My heart wants to explode in happiness as she giggles, arms around my neck and humming my name.

“I’ll get you a ring.” It’s a promise on my tongue, and she gleefully smiles.

“I’ll be waiting.”

Her phone is a nightmare as it always interrupts us in the middle of something important. I want to take it and chuck it down the toilet, and when I see Fyodor’s name, the need becomes tenacious as she soothes the irritation with her hand on my face.

“We’re busy,” she says as she answers his call. “What? No, I don’t want to see you balance a book on your face.”

This dumb conversation is taking up my time with her. Either she hangs up on that man, or I’m going to do it for her. I lean down, stuffing my face between her neck, licking and nipping on her sensitive skin where it had been marked in several spots.

“Double date? With who? You and your misery?” Victoria throttles down a giggle, lightly smacking my shoulder as I nip at her jaw.

“Free vitamin water? Why did you say so? We’ll be there. And don’t touch the peach fizz flavored one or we’ll have something to discuss.”

She rolls her eyes, running her hand into my hair and my face melts into her neck. She tugs on the strands while mindlessly stroking my hair.

“I can always have Sebastian lock you in a broom closet—alone. He listens to me, or I can have Silas do it. He’ll be glad to nail the door shut too, for free and without guilt.”

That’s not a bad idea. With him in a broom closet and Sebastian trying to get him out, I can whisk away my Victoria with no efforts.

“Fine, fine, you big baby. We’ll go too.”

She hangs up, pushing against my shoulders. “Apparently, we’re having breakfast with them too. What a third and fourth wheel to our date.”

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