She paws through my drawer, moving past pair after pair of jean.
She freezes.
That must be it.
Slowly, she pulls out the ring b
ox.
Her eyes go wide as she flips it open.
I couldn't ask for her mom's ring—Mark beat me to that—but the ring I got is perfect for her. A round stone on a platinum band.
She slips the ring onto her left ring finger. Holds it up to catch every ounce of light.
Squeals the way she does when she perfects a tattoo mock-up.
Turns toward the hall.
I push the door closed just in time.
The water is hot as hell. Or maybe that's all the warmth flowing though my veins.
Her footsteps pad the hallway.
She slips into the bathroom with a goofy smile.
Fuck, it hits me everywhere.
I'm over the moon.
It's nearly impossible to keep a poker face, but I manage. "What got into you?"
"You did. Or did you forget?"
My smile spreads over my cheeks. "Sunshine, that was terrible."
"You do better."
"I can't. You worked me too hard."
"Mhmm." She wraps her arms around my waist. Traces circles on my skin with her ring finger. "Just thinking… I love you so much."
"I love you too."
"Now get in the shower."
"Yes ma'am."
"I don't mean it like that." She drops her voice to that I'm obviously talking about sex tone.
"You sure?"
She pulls back with a laugh. "Can you even… ahem… this soon?"
"No. But I have hands."
"Oh."