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“I said,” he spoke between kisses, and I stopped giggling when he licked my flesh. I panted then, holding on to his neck. He smiled against my skin. “What I said.”
Another kiss touched my skin, and it turned out it was just as sensitive as in between my legs. A sharp buzz between them caused me to rub my thighs together, and Wolf traveled down my body, his curls in my face.
“Marry me,” he said, breathing the words over my trembling stomach. He spent a lot of time there, nuzzling, and the tingles hit straight into my core. “Please marry me, Red.”
The desperation in his voice caused me to lift his head, and fuck, how gorgeous this guy was. It wasn’t just how he looked, though. It was everything about him that sent a burn through my body. I touched the smattering of dark freckles across his nose. “Are you being serious?”
He certainly sounded like it, looked like it. All of a sudden, the smiles were gone and replaced with serious Wolf. Ares stared at me with those deep dark eyes. He guided the hair out of my face. “Please marry me, Red.”
My stomach jumped. Flipped.
Please. Marry. Me. Red.
I swallowed, my mouth dry. “When?”
The response was… natural, easy. I honestly hadn’t thought about another response.
Once more, it’d been natural.
Wolf’s response to this was a blink, but then an easy smile formed on his lips. He brought my forehead to his. “When do you want?”
Holy fuck.
In all the time Wolf and I had been together, we hadn’t had the marriage talk. I think we just hadn’t had time. His health had been priority, and it just hadn’t come up.
It was now, his focus on me, and I still didn’t know what to say. This was all overwhelming. This was…
Wolf pulled me out of my head. He guided me to lie back on the pillow, then caged me in. His thumb brushed my cheek. “I’ve seen a life without you, Red,” he said, his Adam’s apple jumping. He nodded. “I’ve lived every painful moment of it.”
A light tremor hit his voice, and I touched his cheek. I’d lived it too, and it was painful. Extremely.
A small smile touched his mouth. “But I’ve also seen the opposite. Experienced the depth of you, us, and what we can be. What we are.” He took my hand, kissing it. “I’ve seen our futures, Fawn. I’ve seen you working and doing your thing.” So much light touched his eyes, and inside, my chest fluttered. That couldn’t be helped either. His mouth brushed my nose. “You work for the New York Times, but you’re always on your feet. You travel all over the world for your stories. You’re living your dream, but I am too. I see myself in your dream, Fawn, and I see you in mine. We fit, and it’s fucking perfect. Gorgeous. You and I are gorgeous.”
God, if he made me fucking cry again. I fingered his curls. “We are?”
“We are.” He took my fingers, kissing both my hands. “My focus is in design with my art, but I can do that anywhere.”
I could too in a way. He was right my job would require travel. That was how it had been for my dad, and though he’d technically worked in New York, his job had taken him everywhere. He could’ve been anywhere, but he’d chosen New York for Mom and me.
“I’m done denying us,” Wolf said, nuzzling my nose. “I need us.”
I needed us too.
“Marry me, Red,” Wolf stated, smiling. “Marry me today. Tomorrow, or even in a fucking year or two. I don’t care. It can be after we both graduate. It can be anytime. Just…” He breathed me in. “Promise me our future.”
He simply wanted a promise from me. He wanted my heart and his to be together.
As if it already wasn’t.
As if this guy hadn’t already changed my life and weaved his way in. I hadn’t had a chance when it came to our fake relationship, and apparently, he hadn’t either.
“Please,” I said, nodding, smiling. I hugged him close. “Please be my home.”
It was wherever he was. We could be each other’s home bases.
Wolf’s big hands pushed into my hair, his golden chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. “Is that a yes?” he asked, sounding awed, and almost a little anxious, nervous. His thumbs brushed my cheeks. “I don’t have a ring right now in this very moment to give you, but I swear to God that’ll be fixed by the end of the fucking day. It’ll be the best goddamn ring you’ve ever seen—”
I kissed him, done with all this talk. I didn’t care about a ring right now, and it excited me he didn’t have one. It meant this moment was impulsive and he’d asked because he felt something. He’d asked because he needed me and us and that awoke so much life in me. I loved this man. I fucking loved him.
