“Babe, I’ve had that ring and that fucking note with me everywhere I’ve gone since June. I never let that ring out of my sight hoping and praying I would put it back on your finger the first chance I got.”
“But why tonight?”
“Because I had to make sure it was the right time. I was prepared to walk away from the music if we couldn’t get back to our place. I need you to be a part of everything in my life. Tonight, when you were there cheering me on and accepting Sayge’s future, I knew it was right.”
“You wanted to walk away from everything, for me?”
“Oh yeah, no questions asked. The guys know how strongly I feel about us, and I would gladly accept a lifetime without the music if you couldn’t accept it.”
“Dec, I would never ask you to do that. I love your music.”
“I love you more.”
“Oh my God. I don’t know what to say.”
“You already said yes.”
I take a step forward, but he is already to me. He lifts me up and throws me on the bed, hovering over me. “Where’s the ring?”
I hand it to him, and he slips it on my finger where it belongs.
“Can I have your promise to never, ever take this off again?”
“Yes.”
“Okay, now that that’s out of the way. Let’s talk about your move. I’d like to have you in here by next weekend.”
“Declan, even though I haven’t signed a new lease, your sisters and I have talked about me being there another year. I can’t bail on them.”
“Bullshit! I’ll talk to my dad.”
“Sweetheart, I think my dad may have a real problem with us living together not being married.”
“Hmmm. You may be right. Let’s think about that a few days, and I’ll come up with a solution.”
He stares at me with those piercing eyes and I nod.
“Now, enough talking. Let’s get back to celebrating being re-engaged.” He lowers himself down and kisses me until I forget what we were even talking about.
Chapter 17
One Week
Declan
Raven’s eyelids flutter against my chest as she starts to wake. I run my fingers lazily over her naked back. I’m a little nervous about what I’m going to tell her today. But thank God she agreed today was a ‘stay in bed’ day
. I’m going to convince her in any way necessary that my idea is perfect. I ease out from under her to make coffee because she is going to need it.
Once the coffee is made, and I get back to the bedroom, she is sitting up with a nightie on watching the news. She smiles at me when I hand her the mug. I get back in bed next to her and grin at the ring shining on her finger. God it feels good.
“You look like you have something on your mind.” She says to me.
“I do.”
“Want to share?”
“You may want to drink some of your coffee first.” She takes a few sips and then sets it on the nightstand. She moves back over to straddle me. Perfect! I need to hold onto her for this.