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“Open it and see,” he whispers back.
I crack the box open with fumbling fingers, sucking in a breath when I see the thin gold ring nestled inside, a tiny diamond in the center.
“It was my grandmother’s,” he murmurs, his gaze stuck on the ring, just like mine. “My mom gave it to me when she visited a couple of months ago.”
It was nice, meeting his mom. She was very kind towards me, and I got the sense she was pleased to see that Cam seemed so happy. Plus, he resembles her. They have the same eyes. The same hair color, too.
“Why did she give it to you?”
“Because I asked her if she still had it. And if she would be willing to give it to me so I could give it to you.”
“And why do you want to give it to me, Cam?” I just…
I want to make sure of his intentions.
“Because I want to marry you, Bumblebee.”
I stare at him, speechless.
And then I promptly burst into tears.
“Aw, baby. Why are you crying?” He pulls me in for a crushing hug, holding me close. Making soothing noises as I continue to cry. I’m getting tears and probably a little bit of snot on his chest but he doesn’t seem to mind. He tangles his fingers in my hair, smoothing it away from my face, and when I finally pull away to stare up into his dark eyes, I can see the torture in his gaze. “You’re acting like this is a bad thing.”
“N-no.” I shake my head, hiccupping and sobbing at the same time. “It’s t-the b-best th-thing ever.”
“Put it on your finger then,” he practically demands, swiping the box from my hand. He pulls the ring out and grabs my left hand, sliding it onto my ring finger. It’s a little big but not too much, and I stare at the ring on my finger, my smile tremulous.
“It’s beautiful,” I whisper.
“It’s not much, but it comes from the heart,” he says. “Think of it as a promise ring.”
I lift my head. “So, it’s not an engagement ring?”
“Oh, it is.” He grins. “Just—I can get you something bigger once I sign the contract. If you want.”
“I don’t think I need something bigger.” I scoot closer, lifting my head up as he tilts his down, our lips meeting at the same time. “I like this one.”
“I like you,” he murmurs against my lips.
“I like you too,” I return with a soft laugh. “I might even love you. So much.”
“I definitely love you.” He rolls me over onto my back and proceeds to show me exactly how much he loves me.
Over and over again.
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