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“The center stone is a diamond, surrounded by purple stones. Purple is the color of the king and the crown prince. My siblings wear crowns with different stones. The crown for the second in line—now Declan, though it was mine growing up—has maroon stones. Fiona’s, third in line, has green, and Cian’s, fourth in line, has blue.” Then I shake my head. “Though I guess Saoirse gets the maroon ring and crown now.” I hold the ring up. “Anyway, when you become queen, you’ll wear the Queen’s Ring that my grandmother wears now. It’s a purple stone, surrounded by diamonds instead. The King and Queen’s crowns are the same, with the purple stones at the center.” I reach for her left hand. My chest feels tight suddenly and I have to clear my throat. I look into her eyes. “Abigail, will you marry me?”
She looks from my face to the ring, then back to me. “It’s a very…practical decision,” she says. “For both of us.”
I smile even though her words make my stomach clench. Of course, the scientist in her needs this to make sense. She can’t just meet a guy at a wedding reception, have intense chemistry with him, text him for a few days, and then marry him on a whim. It’s too fast. It’s too spontaneous. And that’s even without all the royalty stuff.
I nod. “It’s a very smart thing to do.”
It is. It’s more than that, but if she can’t say that yet, that’s fine.
She will. She has to. Because I know I’m in love with her.
She takes a breath and nods. “Yes. I’ll marry you.”
Relief and triumph and possessiveness all surge through me as I slide the ring onto her finger. “Some of my favorite words of yours so far, princess,” I tell her.
She’s staring at her hand now. “They’re not your very favorite?” she asks.
I lean in, my mouth against her ear. “It’s going to be very hard to top hearing you say, ‘please eat my pussy’.”
She gasps and jerks back, staring at me with her mouth open.
I grin. “But I’m very much looking forward to hearing ‘I do’ from that pretty mouth.”
Her gaze drops to my mouth and she murmurs, almost as if to herself, “It’s a very practical decision.”
It is.
And it’s so fucking much more.
I have no more words for her. At least, none that I can say. My ring is on her finger, I can’t—or won’t—fuck her tonight, and I can’t tell her I’m in love with her. So I reach over and switch off the light.
But soon she’ll be mine. Officially. And everyone will know. And I will be able to say and do whatever I want to.
I turn back to my side and reach for her, knowing that having her up against me all night is going to make me hard and hot and a little miserable, but unable to not hold her.
She wasn’t lying about being naked under the sheet. I groan as my hand splays over her bare belly, hauling her against me.
But as her ass fits against my hips, her back against my chest and her head under my chin, and she makes a happy, contented sound, I realize something deep in my very soul—she’s already mine.
Chapter 22
Abigail
Isleep later than usual the next morning and I wake up to a note telling me that Torin has gone out for a run, and he’ll see me in a little bit.
So I basically wake up to butterflies in my stomach and tingles all over and a huge smile on my face and the awareness that my crush has turned into a little more than a crush.
We slept together last night. Slept together. Just that. Well, sure there was more before that, and I wanted more, but sleeping up against him, his arm around me, his big hand splayed possessively over my stomach and his face tucked against the back of my neck is…more. It really is.
I text my sisters. Get somewhere together, I need to talk.
Then I shower quickly, get dressed, and pull my hair up.
My phone rings just as I finish brushing my teeth and blushing just from looking at Torin’s toothbrush.
But that toothbrush has been in his mouth.
His very, very talented mouth that says very, very dirty things that I love so much more than I would have ever expected.
