Second Chance Boyfriend (Drew + Fable #2)(38)
Author: Monica Murphy

She won’t say no.

Her scent precedes her, light and floral, making me long for her. And then she appears, coming down the hall with a little smile on her face, wearing a pale pink sundress that makes her skin look even more golden. All I see is legs and arms and the material of the dress is so thin…

I can practically see through it when the light hits her just right.

“Fable.” I clear my throat. “You’re not going out in that, are you?”

She twirls around, the flared skirt flying out, offering me a tantalizing glimpse of bare, slender thighs. “You don’t like it?”

“I f**king love it.” I glance around, thankful Owen’s disappeared. I hear the click of his door closing. Smart kid. “I can see through it.”

“You can?” She glances down with a frown. “But I don’t want to change.”

I slip my right hand into my pocket, fumbling around with the tiny box that’s nestled within. I don’t want her to change either. She looks amazing.

But I don’t want anyone else seeing her in that dress either.

“Where are we going?” she asks when I don’t say anything.

“Uh, The District?”

Now she’s frowning harder. Uh-oh. “You’re kidding. I work there all the time. I want to get away from that place, not hang out there on my night off.”

I’m messing this up. I can already feel it. Shuffling my feet, I study the carpet, my brain scrambling to come up with a different plan.

“Drew.” I glance up to find her watching me, her gaze narrowed. “What’s up with you? Are you okay?”

Fuck it. I’m doing this now before I totally lose my nerve and really screw up. I go to her without a word and take her hand, falling to my knee in front of her. “What are you doing?” she whispers, her eyes wide, her hand cold in my grip.

“Fable, I love you. I want you to be a permanent part of my life forever.” I clear my throat, notice how her fingers are trembling. “We haven’t been together very long, but when something feels so right and so good, you know you don’t want to ever let it go.”

“Ohmigod.” Her voice is a breathy rasp as I reach inside my jeans pocket and pull out the little box that’s been burning a hole in my mind ever since I bought the damn thing over a week ago. “What is that?”

“Let me show you.” My fingers are shaky as I lift the lid, revealing the simple round solitaire engagement ring within. “I want you to marry me.”

Her eyes widen as she studies the diamond, her mouth hanging open. She finally lifts her gaze to meet mine, tears sparkling in her eyes. “You’re serious.”

This girl is truly, truly going to drive me out of my mind. “I’m definitely serious. I love you.”

“I love you too. But marriage?” she squeaks as she reaches out and touches the diamond with the tip of her index finger.

“Marriage. I want to make this all about the forever.” I drop her hand only for a moment, taking the ring out of the box so I can put it on her finger. She holds out her hand, her fingers quivering as I slip the ring on. It’s a perfect fit.

The ring looks perfect on her finger. And this girl is perfect for me.

She brings her hand up to her face, admiring the ring close up. “Oh my God, Drew, it’s so beautiful.”

“You’re beautiful,” I say. “But I need an answer. Don’t leave a man hanging.”

“Yes.” She grins as I stand and draw her into my arms. “Yes, yes, yes. I’ll be your wife. Are you sure you’re ready to take me on?”

Leaning in, I kiss her. “Hell yeah.”

“I know I drive you crazy,” she murmurs softly.

I press my forehead to hers and stare into her pretty green eyes, winding my arms around her slender waist. “You keep me sane,” I whisper. “You make my life worth living. Because of you, I’m a better man. And with you by my side as my wife, we can take on the entire world, baby. Just you and me.”

She sighs, pressing her lips to mine in a soft kiss. “You are so romantic. Is it wrong to admit I was sort of hoping for a poem?”

“Hell.” I completely forgot. Pulling away from her, I dig in my other pocket, withdrawing a crumpled piece of paper. I labored over this one, hoping to get the words just right. I planned on giving it to her before I actually showed her the ring. “I wrote you one.”

“You did not.” She takes the paper from me and unfolds it.

“Did so,” I say with a grin, waiting anxiously as she reads it.

Most of the time I’m thinking of you

All of the time I love you

Remembering the good times and the bad

So much has

Happened and

Maybe I’m moving too fast

All I know is I…

Love you. And want to

Live with you

Only you

Will you be my wife?

“Oh shit.” She’s crying, tears flowing down her pretty face, mascara streaking her cheeks with black. “My makeup’s ruined, damn it.”

I laugh. I can’t help it. “Did you like it?”

“I love it.” She bursts into full-on tears now and I pull her into my arms, hold her close. “I love you,” she whispers against my neck.

“We’re going to make this happen, Fable. You and me.” I kiss her forehead. “Together.”

“Together,” she agrees.

Forever.

THE END