by Raquel Belle
This is how I want to propose to her. Here, in our home. With our two dogs Salt and Pepper. That’s exactly how she’d want it—simple, homey, and heartfelt. After all, Sarah Anderson isn’t @LuxeOnLex. She’s so much more. She’s smart, sexy, willful, and fiercely competitive. And I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life just trying my best to keep up with her.
I smile as I lock the door to the apartment, the dogs whining their goodbyes after me. The followers of @WorkingWithTheEnemy are going to freak out. After we revealed our full history to our fans, telling them that we actually used to date in college, they became even more interested in our relationship. It turns out a lot of people out there are wishing for second chances like mine.
But when I propose, it’s not the reactions of our followers that I’m interested in. The only person’s opinion I care about in that moment is Sarah’s. I can’t wait to see her face when she says yes. I imagine her blue eyes dancing, her smiling face looking soft and beautiful. And I know for sure: I’m a damn lucky guy.
