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Carter’s hand extends down from the row above, holding a black velvet box in Corey’s line of sight. Corey takes the box without moving his eyes off me. Then, he cracks the lid open and reveals a stunning solitaire diamond ring.
The cheers increase in volume, but I’m somehow able to hear every word out of his mouth perfectly, “Carlee, I know we’ve only been together for a few months, but this thing between us has existed far longer than that. I knew you were the one for me when I was eighteen, and I don’t want to play games. I want to be with you forever. So, Carlee.” His throat bobs as he extends the box with the beautiful diamond out in front of me. “Will you marry me?”
This entire moment is chaos. The crowd is loud. The lights seem too bright. My heart is beating too fast. But the steadiness in Corey’s beautiful steel blue eyes makes all that fade away.
I gaze down at the man I loved for most of my life, and even in my wildest dreams, I never could have imagined a more perfect moment.
The numbness fades, and my lips part in a broad smile. “Yes, Corey. Of course, I’ll marry you.”
He stands and pulls me in his arms, lifting me off my feet. I wrap my legs around his waist and grab his face in my hands, bending down to seal the promise with a kiss.
And I know it sounds cliché, but the crowd truly does gowild.
The End
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CallIt What You Want
by Britt McKenna
AVERY
I’m pulled from a deep sleep—the kind I only fall into after a particularly heavenly orgasm. The kind that makes your limbs go limp and your worries soften at the edges, allowing you to forget all the stress of your day-to-day and simplyrelax.
I stretch my arms above my head, feeling the silky sheets slide down my bare stomach, and I smile to myself. Last night was amazing. It’d been too long since I’d had sex. Work has kept me busy, but now that my client’s press tour for his latest movie is over, I finally have a break. And I plan to spend most of it in bed, satisfying the hussy within who’s missed having her every need met.
I roll onto my stomach, propping my chin on my forearms and finally lift my heavy eyelids. Sleepy eyes take in my boyfriend’s rumpled black sheets. A frown tugs at my lips when I realize he’s not in bed. A glance at the digital clock on his nightstand reveals it’s barely past four in the morning. Like me, Spencer is a workaholic, but he doesn’t start his day until five. Worried something is wrong, I climb out of bed and grab one of his t-shirts from the floor. I throw it on. The soft cotton falls past my lacy underwear as I venture out of the masculine bedroom to search for Spencer.
It doesn’t take long to find him standing on the balcony. The sliding glass door is open. The city’s ever-present lights outline his body. He’s on the phone, but his posture is relaxed. Clearly, this isn’t a business call.
With a wicked grin, I tiptoe towards the patio, determined to wrap myself around Spencer and lure him back to bed for someearly morning delight. I’m seconds from trailing my fingers over his delicious muscles when I hear him say, “I miss you too, baby. Don’t worry. I’ll come over tonight and show you just how much.”
I freeze.It can’t be.
“I love you too, Stacy. I can’t wait to see you.”
The words are a knife to the heart. This can’t be happening. Spencer and I have been together forfiveyears. All my friends have been saying they think he’s going to propose. In a daze, I back away from the patio.
Somehow, I make it back to Spencer’s bedroom. I’m sitting on the mattress, my mind spinning, when he walks back into the room. I hadn’t bothered to turn on a light, but the glow of the city shines in through the blinds.
“Shit, Avery!” Spencer exclaims. “You scared me. What the hell are you doing sitting in the dark?”
“Who’s Stacy?” My voice is dull. Lifeless. The question isn’t accusatory. It’s just a question. One I want him to answer.
“What?” His pitch spikes. That’s when I know he’s guilty.
I realize I don’t need an explanation. Anything he tells me is likely to be a lie, anyway. Without another word, I stand and begin to gather my belongings. I rip off his t-shirt like it burns, tossing it back on the floor with more force than necessary. I shimmy into my strapless, black midi dress.
“Avery, baby… what are you doing?” Spencer steps in my path as I try to walk into the bathroom.
“I’m leaving.”
