by Ali Parker
Lights blinked on in Caleb’s and Dom’s eyes at about the same time, at just about the moment both of them caught my hand inching toward my pocket. Caleb’s lips broke into the widest smile I’d ever seen on him, and Dom nodded slowly, an approving grin on his face.
“We are here to catch up with Gerry,” I told Matt, making my way around Gerry’s bed to where Alicia was standing. “But I also wanted to bring everyone together because I wanted you all to be a part of this.”
“Part of what?” Nick asked.
Caleb elbowed him, whispering, “Shut up, asshole. Let him talk.”
My hand slid into my back pocket and closed around a small, circular object I’d been feeling there all day. I’d only picked it up this morning, but I’d been going back and forth with the shop for two months to get it perfect.
Closing my fist around it, I pulled the ring out of my pocket and sank down onto one knee. Alicia’s eyes grew into cobalt-colored saucers, both of her hands flying to cover her mouth.
Fuck. I hadn’t planned what to say because words always worked out better for me when I just let them flow naturally, but they got stuck in my throat now as my love for this woman I was staring up at nearly overwhelmed me.
Taking a breath, I let the feeling flow through me. Allowed it to overwhelm me and then to craft what I needed to say for me, just like with my songs, only this time, my heart hung in the balance of the outcome.
“I’ve never told you this, but the very first time I saw you, something stirred deep inside me. Like this instinctive, primal part of my soul that somehow knew you were our mate. I had no reason to think you were special or different then, but somehow, I knew it anyway, even if I wouldn’t admit it to myself or to anyone else. It took my brain a long time to catch up to what my heart and soul already knew. You were the light in the darkness I never knew I was stuck in, the rock I could lean on and anchor myself to when I was drifting. You’ve been that rock for Destitute since the beginning, but you’ve especially been it for me. I’ve said once that you’re my one and only, and I meant it. You’re the only woman I want, now and forever. Will you marry me?”
No one said a word. No one breathed. I didn’t either. My throat was drier than a desert as I waited for Alicia to answer me.
Slowly, she sank her knees in front of. Silent tears were streaming down her face as she nodded. Over and over and over again, she nodded. When she finally found her voice, it was when her arms were winding around my neck and her mouth was pressing kisses to mine.
“Yes,” she whispered in between her fervent kisses. “Yes, I will. I will marry you, you crazy, beautiful, amazing man. Of course, I’ll marry you!”
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Ali Parker is a full-time contemporary and new adult romance writer with more than a hundred and twenty books behind her. She loves coffee, watching a great movie and hanging out with her hubs. By hanging out, she means making out. Hanging out is for those little creepy elves at Christmas. No tight green stockings for her.
She’s an entrepreneur at heart and loves coming up with more ideas than any one person should be allowed to access. She lives in Texas with her hubs and three kiddos and looks forward to traveling the world in a few years. Writing under eleven pen names keeps her busy and allows her to explore all genres and types of writing.
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