Page 112 of The Playboy Project


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“Liam, it’s perfect. It’s all too perfect.” I turned, hot tears welling at the edge of my eyes. My heart stuttered when I realized that Liam had fallen to a knee. His silver eyes shined with joy as he extended a perfect velvet box towards me.

“Ashlyn,” he began.

“Oh my God,” I gasped, slapping a hand over my lips.

Liam grinned, starting again. “Ashlyn Grove. You came into my life when I needed you most. You fought for me when I couldn’t do it myself. You are the most special person I’ve ever met, and I want to spend every day, for the rest of my life, showing you how much I love you.”

I was nodding, the heavy tears slipping down my cheeks as I moved closer.

“I have one more question for you.”

“Yes,” I whispered.

“Will you do me the great honor of becoming my wife?”

“Yes, yes! I will,” I shouted, lunging at him and meeting him as he rose. Together we clung to each other in the middle of our bedroom, in what would be our home.

Nothing compared. Eagerly I pulled Liam down, my lips finding his.

“Did you hear? What did she say?” Muffled voices sounded from one of the closed doors. I yanked back, surprised. But Liam laughed. Letting his arms drop, he strode across our room and yanked the door open.

Cici, Samantha, and my mother all stumbled into the room, eyes wide. Now I laughed along with Liam. “What are you guys doing?”

Cici waved her hands, brushing my questions aside. “You tell us. What did you say?”

Silence dropped, and I bit my bottom lip, savoring their torture. I met Liam’s laughing eyes as I strolled closer, purposefully slow.

“Ashlyn Marie,” my mother threatened.

I threw my head back with a laugh, my joy too big to hold in. “I said yes!”

The End

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