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“Goodnight baby.”
NORA
I woke up to find that Alexei wasn’t in bed. My heart sank with disappointment. I’d been hoping that seeing as it was a Saturday, we might be able to lounge about. But it seemed he’d already left.
My body throbbed as I squirmed on the bed, awakening me to a most pleasant ache in my most intimate of places. Last night’s shenanigans were brought to mind, and I froze.
Did he really ask me to marry him?
I must have dreamed that. I crawled out of bed slowly and slipped on my robe and slippers before making my way downstairs to find some breakfast.
There were delicious smells emanating from the kitchen and I quickened my step. I turned the corner to see Alexei sitting on the kitchen island, reading an honest to god newspaper. I came up to him and kissed him on the cheek. “Good morning. Fancy meeting you here.”
He turned and kissed me on the lips. “Yeah, fancy that. It’s not like I live here or anything.”
I pointed to the newspaper. “What are you reading?”
“Oh, nothing much. Just some gossip. You know, a famous couple got engaged, that kinda thing.”
I sat down and poured myself a cup of tea. “Oh yeah? Which celebrity?”
He handed me the paper. “Read for yourself.”
I took the paper and peered at it curiously. It wasn’t any publication I’d ever seen. “The Wuthering Heights Times? What a strange name for a paper. Where’s the article?”
He pointed to the middle of the page. “Right there.”
I read the text and then froze.
Nora Carmelita Young, will you marry me?
I stared at the words, blinking rapidly as if they might disappear if I closed my eyes for too long. I looked at Alexei in shock. He bent down and pretended to pick something up from the floor and then held out his hand like he was handing it to me. “Here’s your jaw. You dropped it on the floor, and you might need it for eating breakfast.”
I snorted, hitting his hand and then my eyes went back to the text. “Are you serious?”
“Would I have the cook make all your favorite dishes and then have my assistant print me an entire newspaper because I was joking?”
“Well…” I shrugged. “Youaresurprisingly goofy at times.”
He stood up from his chair and got down on one knee, a ring box open in his palm, displaying a very clear diamond in a platinum ring.
“I repeat, Nora Carmelita Young, will you marry—”
“Yes!” I exclaimed and then blushed in embarrassment. Icouldhave waited for him to finish the sentence. He got up and extracted the ring from the box, slipping it onto my finger.
“That’s good because the ring is non-refundable.”
I just shook my head lost for words, for once. He took me by the shoulders. “Shall we seal this with a kiss?”
I nodded dumbly.
He swooped down, taking my bottom lip gently between his teeth and pulling it before licking along it and then pressing his lips to mine. As our lips moved against each other, the tips of our tongues touched. I grabbed his shirt and pushed us closer together by standing on tiptoe. He put his arms around my shoulders, pulling me into him and opening his mouth to allow our tongues to play together—dance together injoy.
I pulled back, looking into his hazel eyes in disbelief and shook my head. “I can’t believe you did that.”
“Did what exactly?”
“All of it. Proposed. The newspaper…” I brought my hand close to my face the better to stare at it. “The ring… everything.”
