“Christian?” I asked again.
“Please just listen, Stella. There was a time where we didn’t enjoy each other’s company. A time where we grated on each other’s nerves and wanted to be as far away from one another as possible. But now, all I want to do is get home to you. I want to do is spend my free time gazing into your beautiful green eyes. And I want to make you happy and see you smile.”
“Christian,” I said, giggling. “There are people around.”
“I don’t care,” he said, grinning. “All I care about is you. You and me against the rest of the world. Stella, these past two years have been a rollercoaster. You’ve helped me to grow to be a man my mother would’ve been proud of, and I’d like to think I’ve helped you grow into the woman your father knew you were destined to be. Every time I catch your eye, it turns my heart all over again. Every time your lips touch mine, it sends shockwaves of electricity coursing through my veins. I don’t want another moment to ever go by where you're not there, and I don’t want there to be a single morning where I wake up, and you’re not in my arms. I don’t think I could handle it.”
“Oh, Christian,” I whispered.
Then, he slid off the bench and got down on one knee. He dug around in his pocket and pulled out a small velvet box, and the moment he popped it open, tears sprung to my eyes.
“Stella Harte, there isn’t a second of my life that isn’t imprinted somehow by you. There isn’t a decision I make where you aren’t taken into consideration, and there isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t love you a little more for the things I learn about you. I want to spend my life studying you, loving you, and making memories with you. I want to grow a family with you, fill our home with children that come from you, and I want to hold your hand and grow old with you. I don’t ever want you to question my love for you, nor do I want another second to go by without asking you the question that’s been rattling around in my head for weeks. Stella Harte, will you marry me?”
I could feel everyone holding their breath as tears dripped down my cheeks. I raised my trembling hand to cup his face, gracing my thumb against the redness of his cheek before my lips found his. At that moment, no one else existed. My life was about to change.
One word tumbled from my lips that would forever alter the course of our lives in only the best ways possible.
“Yes,” I smiled. “I will marry you, Christian Gunn.”
He picked me up into his arms and swung me around while the crowd cheered us on. He set me down and slipped the beautiful ring on my finger, but the only thing I could think about was the future.
I was going to spend the rest of my life with the man I’d fallen desperately in love with.
“I love you so much, Christian,” I said.
“And I love you, Stella.”
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JACKED
By Claire Adams
This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer's imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales
or organizations is entirely coincidental.
Copyright © 2017 Claire Adams
Chapter One
Luke
Shrill laughter echoing from inside my place meant Ryan was trying to get laid... again. He had a habit of doing that at my house recently even though he only lived three feet from me in the other half of the house—a half with its own living room that was perfect for such activity.
“Dude, seriously?” I mumbled as I walked up the steps and pushed open the front door to my place. I shook my head when I found him on my couch covered with two girls—one brunette and one redhead. Ryan always did have a thing for redheads.
He grinned mischievously back at me. “What? Can you not see all this beauty?” he stroked the girls’ heads as they kissed on his face and neck.
“Yeah,” I shook my head again and headed for the stairs. “I can see it alright.”
“You not gonna join us?” the brunette asked. I knew I should know her name, but for the life of me, I couldn’t remember it.
“No, but thanks for the offer. I have an early morning,” I responded before turning my attention to the man in the middle of the bimbo sandwich. “Ryan, try to keep it down, would ya?” I joked as I made my way to my room upstairs.