He lays me down on the bed and hovers over me. “Haley, will you forgive me?”
Uh oh. For what?
“For what?” I say as calmly as humanly possible.
“For not talking to you about this proposal either.” His dimples are on full display. My heart leaps out of relief. “I suck at communicating with you about any proposal you are directly involved in.”
I playfully push against his rock-hard chest with my left hand, and that is when I notice how truly gorgeous my ring is. He knocked it out of the park, like he does in all aspects of his life. He needs to take off this shirt immediately if he knows what’s good for him. I decide to play along, “I think I can forgive you. On one condition.”
“Oh yeah what’s that, fiancée?” he says in the sultriest voice I’ve ever heard come out of his mouth. I will never tire of hearing him say that word… until he replaces it with a new word. Wife. He plays with the tendrils surrounding my face and brushes them behind my ears, a practice I am gladly allowing him to perfect.
“That this proposal has no expiration date.” I bite my lip and wait for his response, slightly tugging at the bottom of his shirt. “Other than our wedding date, of course.”
Aidan finally takes off his shirt and leans down to kiss me. A kiss that almost sends me into oblivion. “Deal.”
