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Big. Mistake.
Somethingscrapesme?
I pull my hand away from my face and my jaw drops.
There’s a ring on my finger with ahugerock on it. It’s an emerald-cut diamond set on a dainty white gold band dotted with tiny diamonds. This ring looks like something that’s on my Pinterest board, and I stare at it for a few moments in awe.
It’s fucking gorgeous, and it’s on my ring finger too.
Which means…he proposed to me?
I turn to Alex.
The details of last night are fuzzy at best. I remember the bar-hopping, but I can barely remember anything about what happened at the end of the night. And clearly I need to fucking remember because if Alexander proposed to me and I said yes, then…
I don’t know.
The panic doesn’t crest with that thought. Instead, it just feels like a…normal thing. Like something I could enjoy, something I’m actually excited about. The idea of a future with Alexander isn’t exactly scary if I think of it happening one day at a time.
One day of choosing him.
One day of creating a life together.
One day of loving him.
That’s more than manageable.
I stare at the ring again. It’ssobeautiful. I watch it glisten in the early morning sun for a long while, in disbelief that it’s actually mine. This must have cost a fortune.
Alex’s hand tightens around me, sliding along the bare skin of my waist. That hurts too. When I look down,he’swearing a ring too.
Did we get married?
I scream.
Alex startles from sleep, sitting up with such urgency I’m thrown halfway across the bed. His eyes are red from sleep, but they’re surveying the room, looking for the danger.
“What is it?” he barks, taking a golden gun from beneath his pillow.
I point to his hand. “We got married last night!”
“What?”
I scramble over the bed toward him, stretching out my hand beside his so that he can see the rings on our fingers. “We got drunk and got married,” I wail.
Alex’s grip on the gun loosens, and the tension in his body dissipates.
“That’s why you were screaming?” he hisses. “You think we got married?”
I nod sharply, intensifying my headache. There are tears beading in my eyes now, and I’m choked up at the irony. A couple months ago I was so desperate for him to actually make me his girlfriend, and now we’remarried? Fuck.
Alex slams the gun down on the nightstand, then turns to me with fire in his eyes.
“We’re not fucking married, Alize,” he spits. “This was your idea,” he points to the ring—it’s white gold and encrusted with diamonds. “You told me that you wanted to get me an engagement ring, because you wanted everyone to know I was taken.”
His words jog my memory, and the shards of last night start coming back to me. I remember our conversation in the elevator,myconfession as we stood on the curb outside the bar. The happiness that crested through me as we walked through the jewelry store.
Suddenly, I feelreallystupid. My cheeks heat up.
