Page 156 of Stolen Kiss

I laughed. “Okay. So Mommy is going to bug Daddy now.”

She said nothing and went back to her coloring. I moved to the kitchen, taking in Jensen on his computer. I knew he was aware of my eyes on him, but he didn’t say anything, just continued to type away.

“Are you just going to stand there and stare at me? I mean, I know I’m pretty, but if you stare any harder, I might blush,” he said, a small curve gracing his lips.

I laughed and walked further into the kitchen. I pushed the laptop away from him and climbed into his lap.

He looked at me questioningly, automatically wrapping his arms around me.

“Jensen?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“You’re mine.” Ethan was right. I wasn’t a burden to Jensen. He loved me, and that was all there was to it. He was mine, and I wasn’t letting him go.

“And you’re mine,” he said.

I nodded, and I took the plunge. “One of these days, you’re going to ask me to marry you,” I said.

He leaned back in the chair, smiling, and something that looked like peace settled in those bottomless gray eyes of his. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” I said confidently. “You’re going to ask me, and I’m going to say yes.”

Jensen stood up then, surprising me. He moved us toward the stairs.

“Where are we going?” I asked.

“Upstairs.”

I tapped his shoulder. “Jensen. What about Elodie?”

“Two minutes. We’re just going to be gone for two minutes.”

“Not with the way you play, we’re not.”

He threw his head back and laughed, and my breath caught at the sight. I almost forgot what we were talking about until he moved up the stairs.

He brought me to the guest room.

I looked at him questioningly, and he grinned at me, setting me down on the bed.

“What are we doing here?” I asked.

“Hold on,” he said, moving his hand between the mattress and the box springs. I gasped when he pulled out a ring box.

His smile widened, but there was a seriousness in his eyes.

He got down on one knee in front of me. Tears automatically sprang to my eyes.

“I was waiting for a time when you were ready for this… for me,” he started. “I know you love me, but I could see in your eyes whenever I tell you I love you that you want to believe me, but you’re afraid to. And I told myself I wasn’t going to propose until there was no more doubt lingering in your mind. I would have waited for the next twenty years with you, if that was what it took. But you don’t doubt that anymore, do you?”

I shook my head as one tear escaped. “No,” I croaked.

He loved me.

He loved me with everything in him. He was wrong. I never doubted that. I just didn’t know if he could love me for the rest of his life.

But I knew now.

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