Page 171 of Anything Necessary for Her
He hugged me from behind, pressing his soft lips to my neck before hugging my back into his chest as he watched me through the mirror.
“I think that’s you,” I admitted truthfully.
I always found Low sexy and attractive, but out here, I wasn’t sure if there was something in the air, because I was pressing him for dick constantly. That was if you could call it pressing because by the time I put a hand on his dick, it was stiff already.
I wasn’t the only one, though, because I’d noticed a lot of the ladies out here eyeing him. He claimed it was because he looked like a wealthy drug dealer, but I felt it was just because he was handsome and looked well off.
“I would say let’s skip tonight, but we can’t.” He pecked my face.
“Why not?”
It wasn’t that I wanted to, but typically, he was always down to cancel some shit if it meant sex.
“Just can’t. You ready?”
“Yes. Is the car here? These heels are too high.” I frowned.
“Don’t need a car. We on hotel grounds tonight, but I can carry you.” He put his hand out, so I slipped mine into it.
He led me out, and I eventually had him carry me because of some cobblestone areas that we were coming up on. Low scooped me up bridal style and with ease, making me drape my arms around his neck.
“You so corny.” He laughed at me gazing up at him before we kissed.
“I can’t help I’m being carried by a rich, fine, tall, beautiful black man and in Italy. This is every woman’s dream.” I kissed the corner of his mouth as he simpered.
We walked up toward some stairs that led to a beautifully decorated table surrounded by rose petals. Lanterns were suspended from the tent above it that overlooked the water. Though it was night, the lake was still so beautiful and serene.
Low carried me up the steps where the table was, before placing me in the chair. He then went to sit across from me justbefore we were approached by a waiter to show us the curated menu for tonight.
“Pick up ya jaw, Peep.” He smirked, placing his menu down to signal that he knew what he wanted.
“This isn’t the restaurant.”
“Nah, it’s some private shit.” He watched me. “You cold?”
“No. I’m too hot to get cold I think.” I smiled at the young lady who delivered our drinks and the appetizer.
We ordered our food just as soft music began to flow from a man playing on a violin below. I started to talk, but when the melody he was playing became recognizable, I stopped. Low smiled knowingly as I watched him, wide-eyed.
“Yes, that’s Luther’s ass,” he confirmed before I could ask as he scooted his chair back.
“Low,” I whispered, confused as to what was happening as he ascended and walked over to me before dropping onto one knee. “Oh my gosh.” My chest heaved as I let out low, inaudible but labored breaths.
“I asked you when, and you said ASAP, so don’t be too fucking surprised.” He laughed, reaching down into the pocket of his dark jeans to retrieve a velvet box. When he opened it, the pear-shaped diamond almost blinded me, but I couldn’t stop staring at it or him regardless. “When I first met you, it’s crazy to even say that you wasn’t even really anybody to me. You was the homie’s little sister and nothing else. You went from being someone I rarely, if ever, thought about to a woman I can’t stop thinking about, no matter what the fuck I’m doing. I’ve never met anybody like you, let alone a woman like you. And to know that you even looked my way and actually fell in love with a nigga is mind-boggling. When I ask if you’d do me the honor of becoming my wife, Peep, I really mean that shit, baby. It would be an honor to continue experiencing you for the rest of my life. Yo’ light is so damn bright that I don’t think I could ever reallypossess you, so experiencing you is the next best thing. Life don’t really life without you, baby, so would you please, please spend the rest of mine with me?”
“Of course, Willow.” I stopped caring about the way my tears would ruin my makeup halfway through his speech, so I knew I looked crazy.
As soon as the words left my lips, the staff serving us cheered on as Low slipped the ring onto my finger.
I admired it momentarily before he helped me stand, embracing me as our lips fused together. I wanted to go back to the room right then but knew after sex, I would regret my empty stomach.
I was engaged and to the man I used to only be with in my dreams. It was crazy because the real Willow Harris was far better and more intricate than the one I’d drawn up in my fantasies. I remembered my brother would always say Stazi was under hyped and had far surpassed everything he thought she was. That was Low. My fantasies hadn’t even scratched the surface.
We kissed for what felt like not enough time before our dishes were delivered.
Every bite was amazing, especially the gelato and cannolis we indulged in for dessert. The chef had scribbledCongratulationsaround the plate in strawberry sauce.
Afterward, they sweetly took pictures of us to commemorate the moment, and by then, the apples of my cheeks were hurting from smiling, simpering, and laughing all night.
