Me
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See you later,tesoro.
I switched my phone off, and I tried to focus on the call with the fabric supplier, but my thoughts kept drifting back to the message. His words were like a siren call, tugging at my composure and drawing my attention away from the meeting.
Ten different positions?
I couldn’t wait to get home.
I tried to steady my breath and refocus. The conversation about fabric swatches and delivery dates blurred into the background. It took all my effort to respond appropriately, but my mind was racing, replaying Ronan’s messages over and over.
The call ended, and I put my phone down, attempting to regain my focus. I glanced at the clock—almost four hours had slipped by, and as soon as closing time came, I made my way home.
I staggered into the apartment, my shoulders drooping with exhaustion. The day was so exhausting I could feel the weight in every muscle, and the only thing that propelled me forward was the anticipation of resting in my bed with Ronan cuddling me up.
“Ronan?” I called out, my voice tinged with a mix of hope and weariness.
There was a moment of silence before I heard the soft shuffle of footsteps from the direction of the bedroom. Out he came, in nothing but a pair of sweatpants and a white T-shirt, hugging his form in a way that made my breath catch. My heart skippeda beat at the sight of him. He was a vision of casual enticement that made me weak in the knees.
My lips curved into a smile as I bit my lower lip, unable to tear my eyes away from him.
“Wow,” I breathed, unable to contain the admiration in my voice. “You look… incredible.”
His eyes softened as he took in my reaction. “I wasn’t sure if you’d be home yet.”
Without a second thought, I kicked off my heels and tossed them aside. The thought of them seemed trivial compared to the desire to be close to him. I rushed into his arms, pressing my lips to his in a kiss that was both urgent and tender. The world outside seemed to melt away as his arms wrapped around me, and I felt the stress of the day dissolve into the warmth of his embrace.
He deepened the kiss, his hands roaming gently over my back before he pulled away slightly, taking my hand and guiding me toward the bedroom. I followed him, my heart racing with anticipation. As we crossed the threshold, I was met with a sight that took my breath away.
The room was transformed into a dreamy wonderland of peonies. Petals in shades of deep burgundy, dark purple, and creamy white covered the floor, creating a delicate, romantic carpet. The entire scene was bathed in the soft glow of candlelight, casting a warm, golden hue across the room.
I stood frozen, my eyes wide with astonishment.
“What… what’s all this?” I asked, my voice trembling with awe and emotion.
Ronan’s gaze was steady, and he took a deep breath. “I realized that I hadn’t officially asked you to be my girlfriend, and I needed to fix that.”
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a piece of calico fabric. The fabric was adorned with delicate but tacky stitchesforming the words, “Will you be my girlfriend, Nina?” As I read the words, my eyes became teary, each stitch a reminder of the effort and sentiment he had poured into this moment.
I choked back a sob, my voice breaking as I said, “Ronan, this is… It’s beautiful. Of course, I’ll be your girlfriend.”
Tears streamed down my face as I pulled him into a kiss, pouring all my gratitude, love, and emotion into it. He responded with equal zeal, his hands cradling my face as our lips moved together in a dance of pure connection.
After the kiss, Ronan took my hand once more, leading me to the edge of the bed. He looked at me with a mixture of tenderness and nervousness. “After you left this morning, I spent the entire day sewing that,” he confessed. “I watched some YouTube tutorials and practiced until I got it right. I wanted to make something special for you, to show you how much you mean to me, and nothing quite makes you happy like elements of fashion.”
I looked at him in disbelief, my heart swelling with affection. “You did all of this for me?”
Ronan’s eyes sparkled with sincerity as he nodded. “It’s as extraordinary as you are.”
I was overwhelmed, my emotions crashing over me like waves. I kissed him again, this time with a passion that matched the depth of my feelings.
“There are approximately seven thousand, one hundred and thirty-nine languages in the world, and I’m one hundred percent sure I love you in all of them.”
A smile broke across my face, and I nodded. “I love you too, Ronan,” I whispered, my heart full and my soul at peace.
