“I figured you wouldn’t let me get you anything too extravagant, so I played it safe.”
“What do you mean? Did you rent this for us?”
He hands me a key, giving me an uncharacteristically hesitant smile. “I bought it for you.”
“Jackson…” I say, “You didn’t really buy this for me, did you?”
He winces a little. “You don’t like it?”
I bite my lip, taking the key from him and nearly tackling him with the force of my hug. “I love it.”
He breathes a sigh of relief and pulls me toward the cabin. “I’m glad, because there’s more. I wasn’t sure how we’d do this next part if you refused to take the keys.”
I laugh, following behind him and enjoying the rare sight of him being less than his perfectly confident self.
He leads me inside and I gasp when I see how perfect the cabin is. There are large windows overlooking the lake, cozy furnishings that make it looks like the absolute best place in the world to curl up with a book or my laptop. There’s a little kitchen and a beautiful bathroom. There’s even a loft area reachable by ladder where there’s another window and a small bed for sleeping.
“I thought this would be the perfect place for you to get away when you need to. I’ve worked with a lot of writers in my life, and one thing they all seem to wish they had is a cabin in the woods somewhere. A place they can just focus.”
I smile up at him. “I don’t think I knew how bad I wanted something like this until I saw it. Does this have to be a cabin of solitude?” I ask, gripping the lapels of his jacket and grinning. “Or can I bring my boyfriend up here when I want?”
“I’ve been meaning to talk to you about the whole, boyfriend thing,” he says with a smirk. He drags me to the kitchen table where the contract I signed sits. I narrow my eyes at it, unsure what to think.
“You signed this contract a month ago, and today is the last day of that commitment,” he says in formal tones. “I’ve thought a lot about this, and I’m not ready for our commitment to one another to end, Brianne.” He falls to one knee and pulls a small ring box from his pocket, opening it as he holds it up toward me. “Will you marry me?”
I lose track of how many times I say yes as I tackle him to the floor, kissing him everywhere I can reach. And over the next months I lose track of how many times I tell him I love him, and how much stronger the feeling gets every day. I lose track of how I ever lived without him.
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