Page 115 of Trustfall

She narrows her eyes before training them on the box. I waste no time opening it up and taking the ring out. I slip it on her finger and suddenly I can’t remember back to five seconds ago when it wasn’t there. It looks like it has always been there. Like it belongs.

Emory stares wide-eyed at her finger as she takes in the sparkling round diamond set against a white gold band. It’s simple and understated, but elegant. It suited my grandmother perfectly, and it definitely matches Emory’s personality as well. She and my grandmother are a lot alike.

I steal a glance at Emory, and she’s still staring at the ring, looking a little shell-shocked.

“Do you like it?” I ask softly.

“It’s perfect,” she says, shifting it back and forth and watching how the light catches it. She glances back at my tattoo. “My initials will stay the same,” she says.

“I know.” I smile and grab her face, cradling her cheeks in my hands. “I never doubted this for a second. I never doubted us.”

The tears start to flow again, and I reach up and dab one with my thumb.

“Are you happy, baby?”

“Yes,” she whispers.

“Are you hungry?”

“Not really,” she says gently, eyes trained on the glittering rock on her finger.

“Thirsty?”

“Nope.”

“Tired?”

“Not particularly…”

“Good,” I cut her off. “Because I think I’m ready to make love to you now. Nice and sweet. Or at least I’ll try. I can’t make any promises.”

Her eyes hood, and she drops her hand down to palm my dick through my underwear. “What makes you think I want nice and sweet?”

“We just got engaged. It’s supposed to be nice and sweet,” I say shakily as she starts rubbing me back and forth.

“Sure,” she says. “But we have the rest of our lives for nice and sweet. Plus, we get to make the rules, remember?”

She’s echoing my words from when we first started this whole thing, and I could not love her more for it.

My lips curl into a sly smirk. “And what rules do you have in mind?”

“I want you to tease me.”

“Oh yeah?” I ask, sliding my hand up her shirt.

“Yeah. And I want you to make me beg. Make me wait. Until I’m writhing and panting and cursing you to hell until you finally let me come.”

“Fuck, baby.”

“Can you do that?”

“Yeah, Em. I can do that.”

And I do. Over and over again until we both pass out from pure exhaustion.

EPILOGUE

EMORY

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