Page 13 of Lily

After the meal, it’s time to gather around the fire and Christmas tree to open gifts. Everyone is thrilled with my gifts and very appreciative of my thoughtfulness. I feel a radiant warmth in my chest. I’m so happy. Evelyn passes me two packages, and I tear into the pretty green and gold wrapping. She gifted me a beautiful sweater, and his father gave me a first edition copy ofRebecca, another of my favorite books.

“Thank you! These are wonderful.” I feel a wave of gratitude for these lovely people.

After all of the gifts are exchanged, Devin clears his throat and nervously stands up in front of me, pulling me to my feet. His hands are shaking, and I look into his eyes, concerned.

“Dev?”

“Lily, I wanted to get you a special Christmas gift, and I think I finally settled on the right one.” He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small wrapped package that fits in the palm of his hand. He hands it to me, and I smile at him before excitedly tearing the paper off. My breath catches in my throat when I see a blue ring box from Tiffany. I quickly look up at Devin with wide eyes, and he sinks to one knee, taking my hand in his. The whole family gasps, and I can hear his mother sniffle on my left.

“Darling, I’m in love with you. You make me happy every moment of every day, and I want nothing more than to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?”

My hands fly around him as I jump into his arms and burst into tears.

“Yes! Of course, I’ll marry you!”

He pulls me into a sweet kiss, and I hear the family around us begin to clap. His mother rushes over and sweeps the both of us into a giant hug.

“Welcome to the family! Oh my goodness, Devin, what a joyous day!”

He pulls back and takes my hand, sliding a large diamond ring onto my left hand. The center stone is round and glittering, set in a platinum band with small diamonds running down the sides. It’s beyond what I ever could’ve imagined for an engagement ring.

With that, the night ends on a high note. We go up to Devin’s room, and I can’t keep my hands off of him.

“I want to make love to my future husband.” I don’t give him a chance to respond before I drop to my knees and pull him out of his trousers. His thick erection pulses in my hand, and I lean it to take him into my mouth, working him with my lips and tongue until his thighs are trembling. I pull back before he reaches his peak, and we tumble into bed, content to take our time.

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