Page 126 of Violent Attraction

“I think you should ask me to marry you, right now.” That catches him by surprise.

He untangles himself from me and sits up, looking down at me.

“You want me to do what?”

“You should propose tonight.” I sit up too and give him a smile to show him that I really mean it.

Santos looks at me, with mouth wide open. He looks like fifty levels of confusion.

“Not that I don’t love the spontaneity of this, but what brought this on?”

I hold out my hand for him to take and he does.

“I’ve known since I was a teenager that I wanted to be with you. Then everything between us became this hurricane that I never knew if it was going to stop, but then it did and it was the most amazing feeling the world. Then of course another hurricane came flying through and I thought that that one would be a lot more powerful than the last. It was violent and deadly, but somehow, we were able to escape it. Not unharmed of course, but enough to be able to still be there for each other. You’re my everything Santiago Reyes, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. So, you should propose tonight.”

The light brown eyes that I love so much look back at me with so much love and admiration, that I know he is going to say yes to my crazy idea.

Santos starts to shake his head and get off the bed, butt naked of course, and I start to think that he is going to say no when he walks into the closet.

“You know I had this whole elaborate plan.” He says when he steps out of the closet with a box in his hands.

The same one he showed me over a year ago.

A huge smile grows on my face. I feel like I have to place my hands on my cheeks so that my face doesn’t break.

“This big ass plan and you had to ruin it with your crazy idea.”

He opens the box and takes out the beautiful ring. It is absolutely the most beautiful piece of jewelry that I have ever seen.

I watch as he grabs my hand and slides the ring onto my finger. Once it’s in place, it looks even more perfect than it did in the box.

“It’s so pretty.” I say, marveling at it.

“It should be, it cost me a fucking fortune.” I slap him across the stomach, not taking my eyes off the ring.

The more I continue to look at it, the more I feel the urge to cry.

I’m happy.

I’m really fucking happy.

My most wanted dream was to be happy and here I am. Wearing a ring from a man that I absolutely love, I’m out of a life that was poison, and I’m happy.

I turn to Santos, tears rolling down my face and of course the man reaches forward and wipes them away.

“We’re engaged?”

He nods. “We’re engaged. It’s me and you forever, bella.”

Me and him forever.

I absolutely love that.

Epilogue

Flowers.

White ones, pink ones, the dark red ones that look almost black in some light. Every single color you can think of for a flower to come in, I’m surrounded by it.

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