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“Mmm,” I moan, finishing my piece. Grabbing the flute, I take a sip. Yup, champagne.
“I take it you like it?” Trent smiles slyly at me while waiting for me to respond.
“Uh, yeah.”
He's silent for a moment while continuing to look at me. His gaze makes me shift nervously.
“We’ve come a long way, wouldn’t you say?”
His question comes as a surprise. I’m not expecting it. Trent’s a guy, he doesn’t think about these types of things. He’s not wrong. It’s just strange that he is bringing it up.
“I’d like to think so.”
“Thank you for fighting for us when I was too stupid to realize.” Trent stands, coming around to me. He turns me to face him and then grabs both my hands, holding them. His hands tremble slightly. I can just barely feel it. Something is up, and alarm bells start going off. My heart starts pounding nervously in my chest. Blood rushes in my ears.
“Trent.” My words are barely a whisper.
“I love you, Fal.”
Before I can repeat the words to him, he drops to his knees.
Oh. My. God.
My mouth drops open and I go to cover it. However, Trent refuses to let go of my hands. His grip is firm.
“I know I was a complete ass, and I probably don’t deserve you some days, but the thought of you with anyone but me is not acceptable. I will spend the rest of my life proving that to you.” He pauses, and I watch in complete shock as he swallows. He finally removes my left hand and reaches into his pocket. Trent pulls out a silver box with a tiny red Christmas bow on it.
“Fallon, will you marry me?”
He removes the lid and holds out the box. A huge round diamond is displayed on the silver velvet. This time, my hand does fly to cover my mouth. Tears threaten to spill. This cannot be real.
“Fal, tell me you’ll marry me.” Trent’s words are strained.
My eyes shoot to his. He’s waiting for my answer.
Holy shit. Did he just ask me to marry him?
“Fallon--”
Shit. Yes, I nod, unable to form words. My lip quivers as the first tear falls. Trent catches it, wiping it away.
“I need words, Fal.”
Still nodding, I somehow find my voice. “Yes.” It comes out weak, but it’s all I've got. I’m so caught off guard that I’m left speechless.
“Yes?” Trent’s voice cracks. He asks the question as if he’s not sure he heard me right.
I grab his face as my brain finally catches up. “Yes! A thousand times, yes!”
I lean in to kiss him, and he grabs the back of my neck, pulling me to him. He kisses me deeply. As if he cannot get enough of me. I can taste the champagne mixed with truffle on his tongue. Everything in this moment is so surreal. We can’t seem to kiss each other enough. It’s intoxicating, and I suddenly wish we were already back in the room.
Trent Maxwell asked me to marry him. Marriage wasn’t even a blip on my radar. We said we would take things slow. This is the opposite of slow and somehow it feels right. It feels perfect.
Trent starts to pull back, biting my bottom lip as he goes. We’re both out of breath as he rests his forehead against mine.
“Thank fuck,” he whispers.
I giggle. “Why do you say that?” I lean back slightly to gauge his reaction.
