Page 168 of Wingwoman
Her mouth twisted into a smirk as she grabbed me by the tie and tugged me into the room, seizing the opportunity to ravish my mouth.
Hell, I wasn’t one to question it. This visit to New Hampshire had been amazing, but our alone time had been severely limited.
So limited that I was beginning to wonder if perhaps this wasn’t the right weekend to pop the question.
Yes,thatquestion.
The square-cut antique diamond was burning a damn hole in my pocket for the last seven days. I thought for sure last night, sitting on the docks overlooking the lake would bethenight. But then as I looked down at the old dock with its cracks and large crevices with the deep, murky lake below… I thought better of it.
I was nervous, with sweaty, shaky hands. What if I dropped the damn ring as I got down on one knee?
No. No dock proposals.
Then I thought maybe I could propose after dinner last night as we walked on the beach, but we were quickly interrupted by her siblings looking to bring the cooler down and bond over the fire pit.
I pulled back from her kiss, the zipper of my tuxedo pants pressing painfully into my growing cock, and looked around the bridal suite. “Where the hell is everybody?”
She shrugged. “Ummm… Addy’s soon-to-be stepdaughter is downstairs hanging out with her boyfriend. And Enzo and Haylee are helping Addy pee, I think.”
“Uhhh. I’m sorry… they’re helping herpee?”
Hope rolled her eyes at me. “It’s a girl thing. Her dress is big and it takes two people to hold it up…” She waved her hand at me. “Just, nevermind. Forget I said anything.”
I didn’t care about the particulars. I was just happy to have a moment alone with Hope.
One of our first and few moments alone all week.
She was perfectly done up. I was in a tuxedo. The ring was in my lapel pocket.
Everything here, right now, was almost perfect. Outside, the sky was a cheery, sunny bright blue and a breeze drifted in through the open window, catching one of her tendrils and blowing across her face.
My insides spun like an out-of-control top.
I loved her more than words. More than any lyric. I’d spent the last year of our relationship showing her just how much I loved her and how I’d never stop proving to her I deserved that rare second chance she gave me… gave us.
Tilting her head, her eyes narrowed, taking in the sweat dotting my brow. “You’re sweating.”
I cleared my throat and touched a finger to the single drop of sweat at my temple. “Yeah… I guess I’m hot.”
She gave me a funny look. “It’s way cooler here than in Texas.”
“Yeah…”Think, think, think. “But it’s a dry heat down there.”
It was the best I could do, even though it was a beautiful, breezy seventy-two degrees here in New Hampshire.
Lucky for me, she shrugged it off and booped her finger to my nose. “Can you do me a favor? I buckled my shoes too tight and they’re pinching and my nails aren’t quite dry yet. Can you loosen them for me?”
“Of course.”
I dropped to one knee.
Down on one knee in front of the woman I loved… with a ring in my pocket.
This is it.
I first fixed her shoes. No one wants pinched feet while they’re being proposed to, right?
Then I stayed there for another breath. Gathering myself. Calming my thunderous heart.
