Lars and I have grown close over time. He wouldn’t admit it, but he always has a dark chocolate bar ready for me then he whines about how I keep stealing them.
“You look beautiful.” He lifts his chin. “And stop eating the chocolate no one offers you.”
I make a face as he strides down the hall then I go into the room.
Okay, this is it.
It’s not like it needs to be traditional or something — not that I care about that anyway.
“Hey, Ronan, when are we getting married…?”
I trail off when I find him in the middle of removing his trousers in front of a bed filled with baskets of dark chocolate.
“Fuck, belle, you weren’t supposed to come in yet.”
I grin. “Don’t stop on my account.”
His hands remain on his belt. “Lars said dark chocolate is the best bribe I could use with you.”
“Lars wasn’t wrong.”
“Wait.” His hand leaves his belt, and I nearly reach over to put it back.
Ronan is so beautiful, sometimes I stay up just to stare at him.
It’s not only his physical beauty, though; it’s also his soul that speaks to me and wrenches me out of my own soul.
He’s the calm after the storm.
He’s the light after the darkness.
He’s everything.
“Go back.” He narrows his eyes. “Did I hear something about marriage?”
“Yeah. I thought…you know…we’d make things official?” Otherwise I’ll start punching every girl who looks at him at uni.
He still attracts attention like a magnet. I thought that would be over after RES, but nope, his popularity knows no limits. I need to stake my claim before anyone tries to take him away.
It’s not that I’m threatened or anything, but I’m as greedy about Ronan as he is about me. That will probably never change.
People say we’re too young to get married, but it’s not about age for me. I’ve decided Ronan is the only human being I’ll spend the rest of my life with. It’s a cemented fact. So why delay it?
“Hey.” He appears offended. “I was planning a night out to ask you. This is not fair.”
“You wanted to ask me?”
“I wanted to marry you before that fucker Aiden married Elsa, but you always say all the grandiose stuff is stupid, so I figured I’d wait.”
My heart skips a beat as I stand on my tiptoes, wrap my arms around his neck, and seal a kiss to his cheek. “It isn’t stupid when you’re involved, Ronan.”
His grin widens. “One-nil, Xander.”
I laugh. “So does this mean you’ll marry me?”
“Of course I’m marrying you, and you didn’t ask first — I did.”
“We’ll agree to disagree, your lordship,” I tease. “What did you have in mind with the chocolate?”