Page 269 of Ruin My Life
“Y llenaré tu cuerpo perfecto con mis bebés.”
I blush, just like I did when Rebecka translated that part earlier. “And… I’ll fill your perfect body with my babies?”
He smiles in confirmation—a wicked, beautiful smile that still melts me.
Then he continues, slower: “Pasaré el resto de mi vida amándote, follándote y luego moriré siendo un hombre muy afortunado.”
I roll my lips, chewing on the words I almost—but don’t quite—understand.
“Something… my life… something-something… lucky man?”
“Very close,mi rosa,” he chuckles, his voice warm against my skin. “Who helped you translate it?”
I scrunch my nose, already turning red. “Your mom. But once we got to the baby part, I figured the rest might be tooinappropriatefor the woman who gave birth to you.”
Damon huffs a laugh, brushing his knuckles down my cheek. “Rebecka King is a very sweet woman,” he says. “But don’t let that fool you. She’s done, seen, and said it all. More than once.”
I laugh, and so does he—our smiles echoing softly across the porch.
“So?” I nudge him. “Was I close enough that you’ll tell me the last part?”
He’s quiet for a moment. Then he leans in close, his lips brushing my temple. “Close your eyes, Brie.”
I do as he says. It makes everything else sharper—the ocean waves, the wind in the trees, the steady beat of his heart against my back.
“The first part was right,” he whispers, his voice reverent. “One day, you’ll be my wife. I’ll fill you with my babies—when you’re ready, of course.”
He kisses the curve of my ear, and I melt into him.
“The second part…” he breathes, “was a promise. To spend the rest of my life loving you…fuckingyou… and dying a very lucky man.”
My cheeks are on fire. I go to open my eyes—
But his palm slips gently over them.
“But that’s only if you say yes.”
“...Yes? To what—?”
His hand falls away. I blink.
I’m stunned when my eyes fall onto the small red velvet box nestled in his other hand, held out in front of me.
My heart lurches.
He flips the lid open with his thumb.
Inside sits a ring unlike anything I’ve ever seen—something no one else could have dreamed up, because it was made for me.
The band is twisted white gold vines, with tiny leaves curling along the sides. Diamonds glint from the petals of a rose-shaped setting, like delicate but deadly little thorns. And nestled in the center—dark and gleaming—is a black diamond.
It’s perfect. Haunting and lovely.
Andmine.
“Damon…” My throat tightens, every other word fleeing at once.
“Marry me,mi rosa,” he whispers.
