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Chapter Seven
~Cyrus~
“Where did you learn how to do that?” she asked after we’d both managed to catch our breaths. “Have you been practicing?”
“What?” I turned a hard glare at her. Her tone was teasing, but I knew her well enough to recognize the fear in those words. “Seriously? You think I chased every dick on the planet away from your vagina while I was sleeping around the whole time? You think I’d risk bringing you a disease because I couldn’t wait?”
I gripped her chin and crashed another hard kiss on her red, swollen lips. Fuck, she was so beautiful. And she was mine. Forever.
“I’ve never touched another woman in my life. You were my first. My only.”
“Oh.” Her eyes widened in surprise. “Then how…”
“I can read, Abigail,” I said, rolling my eyes. “I read books so I could learn how to bring you the most possible pleasure for the rest of our lives. I wanted to make damn sure that you’d enjoy every second we spend together.”
“Cyrus,” she whispered, tears welling in her eyes. “You’re so stupid.”
“What?”
“We could have had years together if you’d just told me how you felt.” She shook her head as a laugh bubbled out of her chest. “I’ve loved you forever. Why do you think I made that stupid pact in the first place?”
“Then why did you keep accepting dates with other dudes?” I asked, my tone exasperated.
“Because you never made a move,” she admitted with a shrug. “I was starting to worry that I was going to end up alone waiting for you. So, if a relatively attractive man offered to buy me an expensive dinner, I figured there wasn’t any harm in it.” She sighed. “Which proves I’m stupid, too. The one time I actually go out with someone else and he tried to attack me.”
“Well, I guess we’re both idiots,” I agreed.
I leaned over the side of the bed and grabbed my jeans from the floor, reaching into the front pocket and pulling out the velvet box I’d carried with me every day for the last three years. When I turned back to look at her, she had tears streaming down her beautiful face.
“Hey!” I pulled her into my arms and held her tightly. “Don’t cry, baby.”
“You have a ring,” she said against my shoulder. “Seriously?”
“I’ve had it for years,” I admitted, pushing her gently back so I could open the box. The diamond glittered in the soft light of the room and I couldn’t help but smile at her sharp intake of breath when she saw it. “Will you marry me?”
“You’re so stupid!” she wailed as she nodded. “Yes. Of course, I’ll marry you.”
I slid the ring onto her finger then pulled her hand to my mouth and laid soft kisses across her knuckles. Then I pulled her against me again and really kissed her.
She molded against my body, her fingers sliding up my neck and carding through my hair.
It was hard to believe that after all these years, Abigail was well and truly mine. And she would stay mine for the rest of our lives. I’d finally won my prize, and I would spend forever proving to her that I was worthy of her.
