With a slightly shaky hand she reached for the expensive box. Was it a Tiffany box? How long had he been holding it? Her heart raced with excitement. She ran her tongue over her lips and slowly opened it, not sure what kind of ring to expect.
She blinked and stared inside the box.
An ornate golden key sat on blue silk, the thing looking almost ethereal.
No ring. Dammit! "What's the key for?" she asked softly as she glanced up, half expecting some silly answer like the key was to his heart.
"The house. I want you to move in with me. We'll turn your place into an office or spa or anything you want. I want you in my bed at night and in the morning, at my dinner table each evening and in my arms every moment we can steal together. Come move in with me?"
Tear filled her eyes and she nodded. It wasn’t a ring, but it was damn near close. "Yes. Of course. I would love to."
He pulled her in tightly and devoured her mouth as his fingers tugged at the edge of her tight black skirt. "Good. Now that all of that is settled. Let's do what we do best in a limo."
"But the food will get cold." She smirked.
"It always will around us, baby. It always will."
THE END