Page 95 of Beyond the Cage
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry I doubted you.”
“It’s okay. I know how it looked. If the situation was reversed, I know I would have killed the motherfucker.”
I believe him. I mean, he almost threw Jamal over the railing at the club just for touching me.
“I have something for you,” he states.
I raise my brows suggestively. “I bet you do.”
A fire burns in his eyes but he blinks, extinguishing it…for now.
“Later.”
I uncurl myself and watch as he walks to the chest of drawers once more. After rifling through a drawer, he comes back with an envelope.
“What’s this?”
“Open it,” he urges.
He looks a bit uncertain, so I pull out the document cautiously. It’s a receipt…of sorts.
“You didn’t!” I exclaim. “How did you even…”
“Your dad. I wanted to give it to you on your birthday, but…”
I can’t believe he did this…all my student loans…paid in full!
I throw my arms around his waist, squeezing him, and pressing my cheek to his chest.
“Thank you!”
He breathes a sigh of relief and kisses the top of my head. I step back and stare up at him lovingly.
“Now I’m gonna have to do something special foryourbirthday…which is just a couple weeks away. Know what you want?”
He smiles and points to me.Are we back to this again?
“You already have me, silly.”
He shakes his head and points to me again. What? He falls to his knee before me, taking my left hand in his.Oh, God. Oh. My. God! He’s proposing!I shriek as he slips the emerald ring onto my finger.
With shivering breaths, I join him on the floor. As tears of joy stream down my cheeks, I take a page from his book and simply nod.Yes!
“Say it,” he urges.
“Yes, I’ll marry you.”
“Fuck, I love you,” he mumbles against my lips before totally owning them. “I promise I’ll get you another ring tomorrow.”
I grab the hem of his shirt, not wanting to waste any time getting him out of his clothes. A ring is the last thing on my mind right now. He keeps our lips joined, parting for only the briefest moments to remove a piece of clothing.
“Make love to me, Cameron,” I plead.
He scoops me up and pushes to his feet, taking me to the bed. After laying me down horizontally, he slowly removes my remaining clothes and stares down at me, his eyes burning a trail down my body. His gaze is like a touch, and I writhe beneath it as my body pulses with need.
“Please…”
Leaning in, he whispers against my neck, “You’re so beautiful.”
