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Me:You didn’t call.
Four hours later…
Luca:It was late.
Me:You still should’ve called. It’s been a few days.
Luca:I don’t know what you want me to say, Kandi.
Luca:I miss you so damn much, and every call and video and text makes it even harder to be here.
Me:I miss you too, but it’s only been a week. What happens when it's months?
Luca:You said no.
Me:What?
I try calling, but it goes straight to his voicemail.
Luca:I have to get ready for the game.
It’s because of the ring and his proposal. Why is it bothering him now? Why now when we’ve been great all week? I’m not letting this go, and he has hours before game time.
Me:We’ve only been dating for a couple of weeks. How could I say yes to that?
Luca:When you know, you know.
Luca:I know what I want, Kandace. Do you?
I throw my phone down onto my bed, dig through my bag, and pull out the small blue box I kept hidden between my clothes.
Placing it in the middle of my twin sized pull out bed, I stare at it. Tears sting my eyes, knowing this is it. This is what he wants.
He wants my commitment to him. A full display of our love for everyone to see and no one to question.
What do I want?
I want him.
I’ve never felt more strongly about another person before. But am I ready to fully give myself to him?
He knows that’s why I said no. It’s why I can't even open the stupid box to see what’s in it. I’m holding back from him to preserve small pieces of myself for when he breaks my heart.
A soft knock on my door frame breaks up the circle I was pacing in front of the bed.
“Are you ok? You’ve been holed up in here for a while.” Hannah stands at the door sans Harlyn. It’s strange to see her without a baby on her hip these days.
“What is that?” Her eyes widen and she trudges through the door, slamming it shut behind her. “Is it from Luca?”
She reaches out for the box, but I quickly snag it up and hold it behind my back.
“It’s nothing.”
“It’s definitely not nothing,” she gasps and points a finger in my face. “Your cheeks are red, and you wouldn’t be hiding it! What’s in it?”
“I don’t know.” I have an idea, but technically I never opened it. It might not even be a ring. “I haven’t opened it.”
“Did he mail it?”
