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I feel a lump form in my throat at my words. It’s overwhelming, in the best possible way. I never thought I’d be in a position like this, to open up to her, to anyone.
“You make me feel so seen,” she says softly, her eyes meeting mine.
I smile, reaching for her hand. “You should feel that way, always.”
After breakfast, we spend the rest of the afternoon in her office, surrounded by plans for the hotel. We’ve spread out blueprints and ideas on the table, figuring out where each new piece of artwork will go and how we can incorporate the changes we’ve talked about.
It’s exhilarating, and I feel like we’re building something together, not just for the hotel, but for ourselves.
As we discuss the layout of the hotel, I lean over the table, scanning the plans as I listen intently to her suggestions. I’m drawn into the rhythm of the conversation, feeling connected to her in a way I never thought possible.
Her plans for our future make me feel so grounded.
As she glances over to me, I can’t help but think of how much she’s been there for me.
I can feel my heart pounding in my chest as I take Blossom’s hand and lead her out of the office. She looks up at me with those curious eyes, but I can tell she’s trusting me, just as she always does. There’s a slight nervousness in me too, but I push it aside.
Tonight is the night.
“Where are we going?” she asks softly, her voice warm with curiosity.
I smile down at her, trying to hide the excitement bubbling up inside me. “I’ve got another surprise for you. Just trust me,” I say, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze.
We make our way to the private elevator, and when the doors open, I guide her to the staircase that leads to the rooftop. She follows without question, her eyes on me, probably wondering what kind of surprise I’ve got planned now.
When we step out onto the roof, the wind hits us immediately.
I feel her shiver next to me, but I pull her closer, my arm wrapped around her to keep her warm. The view from the top ofthe hotel is breathtaking, the city sprawled out beneath us, lit up like a million tiny stars in the distance.
New York is alive, but up here, it’s just us. I take a deep breath, steadying myself.
I turn to her, the words I’ve been rehearsing in my head finally spilling out. I drop to one knee, and I see the surprise flicker across her face.
“Blossom,” I say, my voice steady despite the pounding in my chest, “I’ve never been more sure of anything or anyone in my life. I love you. Will you marry me?”
Her eyes widen, and I watch as she blinks away tears. And then, her voice, filled with emotion, says what I’ve been hoping for.
“Yes! Yes, of course!”
I pull her into my arms immediately and we kiss, the wind swirling around us, the city lights twinkling like they’re celebrating with us. I hold her tight, knowing that this moment is everything I’ve dreamed of: us, together, forever.
Our hands are all over each other as we return to the penthouse, and I feel embarrassed later thinking of how Nicole probably saw us on the camera feed, but I don’t care.
I love Blossom. I want her in my life forever, and I don’t care if everyone in this hotel hears me fucking my bride-to-be.
As we make love that night, our bodies communicate in a way far deeper than before.
Her whispering she loves me brings me to the edge, making me want to weep and cheer at the same time. Blossom brings everything out of me that I thought was long dead, and with each thrust, I feel like my body is trying to communicate how much I have needed her.
I need you Blossom, forever, my body says, and she responds in kind, giving me new kinds of pleasure I never thought I would know.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Blossom
I wake up to an odd feeling, like something’s just...off.
As I shift in bed, I feel a sudden rush of warmth between my legs. My heart skips a beat, and I immediately sit up, my hand flying to my belly. The panic hits me like a freight train.
