I smirk as I pull out my makeup bag, and Hale coughs a little when the inside of the neckline dips enough to show him the rest of the show.
“I changed my mind. You can just wear your skirt and a shirt. You can even wear the underwear. Just take that shit off before I wreck the damn car.”
I laugh lightly while applying my lip gloss, and then I feel his hand sliding up my leg to find the lacy underwear is missing.
“What are you trying to do to me?” he grumbles, and his hand grips the inside of my leg before he slams on the brakes.
He jerks me to be on top of him, and my ass pops the horn as his vigorous sexual attack goes savagely wild. I breathe him in as he slides into me again, and I smirk as I feel his desire filling me.
His lips devour mine, and I taste the drips of pure bliss as they flow rapidly into my mouth. His grip tightens on my ass as he jerks me against him, and I smile against his lips for having finally been successful in my seduction.
“Tell me you’re mine,” he murmurs against my lips.
“Always.”
His need for me is almost overwhelming, and I do want to marry him. I want to spend my life in his arms, and I want to feel him inside me everyday. I’ll say yes if he asks again. I don’t give a fuck about a proposal anymore. I just want him.
We pull up to Seminole late into the night, and I laugh a little as Hale straightens his tie that has been ripped off numerous times at this point. He laughs a little while looking at the unraveling threads that weren’t there before, and he kisses me lightly before we walk into the building together.
It’s dark, quiet, and a little spooky. I giggle a little like a foolish schoolgirl as I clutch his hand in the pitch black air I can’t see in. His lips brush the back of my hand, and I lean against him in the eerie hallway. The only sounds I can hear are the echo of our footsteps dancing with hollow taps.
“Perhaps they got tired of waiting on you,” I joke.
His hand rolls down my very exposed back where the dip goes so much lower, and I can hear his grimace rather than see it.
“You’re never allowed to wear that dress again… for the record.”
I laugh lightly before saying, “I bought it here before we left. I thought you might appreciate it.”
“I’m not appreciating it at all, babe. I’m fucking dying over here,” he growls, and his lips consume mine once more as we back into a room.
I have no idea where we’re at, but I can’t wait to get fucked in here. I smile against his kiss, and then his grip loosens as he backs away. I start to speak, but the lights pop on as a crowd of smiling faces throw glittery confetti into the air.
“Surprise!”
I gasp and cover my mouth as I see all the birthday banners streaming across the room. Large vases full of roses and various other flowers decorate the lavish surroundings of soft fabrics layered to design the elegant scene. The draping red sashes dangle from the ceiling to allow the more acrobatic hybrids to slide down and reveal the artistry in dance from the air.
A beautiful cake in the design of a blooming rose sets prominently on the center table that has champagne glasses fizzing with their bubbly whispers, begging to be drank. Each smiling face cheers for the complete shock they inflicted me with, and I turn to stare into the incredible eyes offering me the love I once never believed in.
“What the hell?” I chuckle out.
“It’s your birthday. I wanted to enjoy the party this time.”
His smooth voice and sincere offering is enough to make the tears finally fall. They generously trickle down my cheeks to show him the gratitude I can’t explain.
“Thank you,” I choke out through the tears, and my lips cover his before he has time to say anything else.
He smiles behind the kiss as he pulls me close to his body, and then I hear music playing softly. We begin swaying while our lips continue to softly embrace each other, and the heat of his hands on my bare back electrifies me.
“I have something I want to ask you, Araya,” he says somewhat nervously as a boyish grin spreads across his face.
My stomach flip flops over and over, but his phone buzzes loudly from his pocket to interrupt his moment.
“Let me… shut that off first,” he stammers, and now I know for sure he’s about to propose.
He could only be this nervous if he’s proposing.
His eyes widen when he glances at the number on his phone, and then he puts it back in his pocket without turning it off like he had intended to do. I tilt my head curiously. His whole demeanor has changed now. His eyes aren’t excitedly nervous anymore. Now they’re plotting deceit. I start swallowing against the knot I’ve already tasted the sourness from once.
