Be The One (Crave 2)

I slap my hand over his and drag it away from his pants. Fuck, boys will always be boys. Raising my brows at him, I ask, “Are you going to behave for the rest of the night?”

“Yeah, but only if you agree to something.” There’s a cheeky glint in his eyes that scares me. He’s up to something.

“What?”

“I’ve just spent all that time on stage watching you while performing and all I could think about was how much I want to spend the rest of my life with you. That’s what turned me on the most.” He pauses and the cheeky glint in his eyes is replaced by a look of complete adoration that causes my heart to speed up. “Marry me, Presley.”

I stare at him in surprise. It’s a good surprise, but he’s totally stunned me with this.

When no words fall from my mouth he says, “I know you’re still technically married, so we’d have to wait, but I want this ring on your finger now.” He pulls out a ring box and opens it to reveal a gorgeous engagement ring. It’s a stunning diamond with a band of channel set diamonds. So much glittery light shining in my face and my tummy flutters.

“It’s beautiful,” I say softly. He’s taken my breath away with his proposal and I’m having trouble forming cohesive words.

He tilts my chin to look in my eyes. “Is that a yes, sweetheart?”

Everything we’ve been through flashes in my mind. We’ve only known each other a short time but we’ve been through so much already. And I know deep in my bones that I want to spend eternity with him. Nodding, I smile at him, and say, “Yes, that’s a yes.”

He slips the ring on my finger and murmurs, “Jesus, you know how to make a man work for it, baby. I was a little concerned you were gonna say no just then.”

I slide my hand around his neck and pull his lips to mine so I can kiss him. “You should know by now that it’s not possible for me to say no to you.”

“That’s a good thing because it seems I keep fucking things up.”

I’m not sure what he’s referring to. “What have you fucked up now?”

“I had it planned to propose to you later. I’ve organised for a horse and carriage to pick us up and I was going to do the romantic thing for you, but fuck, I couldn’t wait any longer.” He pulls me in for another kiss and then says gruffly, “You have that effect on me.”

I love that because he has the same effect on me. “You haven’t fucked anything up, Jett.”

Smiling the smile that caught my attention the first time we met in that club, he says, “Thank fuck, because I want you to be the one I get to wake up with every morning, and the one I get to cook Sunday breakfasts for, and the one I get to argue with over domestic shit, and the one I drag along to boring ass things you’re not interested in, and the one who makes me sit through your shopping trips, and the one I get to make love to for the rest of our lives, and the one who has my babies. I want you to be my everything.”

I smile through my tears. “I want that, too.”

His lips come to mine again and he kisses me long and deep, and when he is done, he raises his arm with another fist pump. “Fuck yes!” he yells out.

Shaking my head, I laugh. “I do love you, Mr. Rockstar.”

He joins in my laughter and while he spends the next few minutes blessing my lips with more kisses, I thank the universe for sending me this man.

A man who fought for me and showed me how much I really wanted him in my life.

A man who showed me that he could be the one.

THE END