I nod, fighting the urge to let it splay from my fingers and create carnage.
We move together fluidly, like our bodies are one.
The pressure builds until it’s too much. He adjusts his hips just right to hit it where I need it most, sending us both toppling off the cliff.
Our bodies fall in a pile on the stairs, panting, trying to find any oxygen left in the room.
He tucks a piece of hair behind my ear and holds me to his chest.
“Harri?” he whispers.
I find my voice in the back of my throat, enough to muster a soft yes from my lips.
“Marry me.”
The statement, so tender and soft, is laced with our passion and desire.
I pull myself up to look into his eyes, dazed and confused. “What?”
He smiles that stupid smile I love so much. “Marry me, Harri,” he states again, so causally.
My eyes search his for any doubt, for anything other than what he truly means: him wanting to actually marry me.
“Yes!” I smile. The reality of what he just said hits. “Fuck yes, I’ll marry you.” I almost scream it so I can feel the realness of it.
It makes him chuckle with the way I accept.
He kisses my head and eases me off him onto the step below. “Wait there.” He pulls his jeans up as he runs up the stairs. I wait, unsure of what just happened and what is currently happening.
I hear him rummaging around in his room before he comes back down the stairs.
He sits next to me, his body oozing love. “I was going to ask you tomorrow, but I can’t wait any longer. I need you, Harri.”
He pulls out a small black box. He opens it slowly in front of me. Inside is a striking engagement ring with a large black diamond within a halo of white sparkling diamonds. He takes it out. “May I?” he asks quietly, like it’s just a secret between us.
I nod as he slides the ring on my ring finger. I admire the beauty of it for a moment, the breathtaking black of the middle with the sparkling stars around it.
“It’s beautiful,” I mumble. I look at him, his eyes smiling along with his face. “It’s so beautiful, Sam,” I whisper, still in complete shock.
“It’s been in my family for generations.” He smiles softly. “Very fitting for us I think.”
I nod. “It really is.” I kiss his soft lips gently, savouring the moment where only we exist again in our own private world.
I pull away to look back at the ring, gently fingering the stone to make sure I’m not dreaming right now.
Sam looks at his phone. “OK, so we have been longer than we planned.” He laughs. “Maybe we head back to the cafe? Before Lois and Hannah start talking.” He laughs.
I laugh with him. “Probably for the best.”
He lifts my chin to him, his emerald eyes meeting my sapphires. “You happy, baby?”
My shoulders relax, my gaze softens. “I’m the happiest girl in the world.”
He kisses my forehead, lingering for just a little longer.
“I’m just going to use the bathroom before we go. Sort myself out.” I stand, trying to pull the ripped tights from my body.
He smiles. “OK, baby. I’ll wait downstairs, fiancée.” His grin widens.
