Page 138 of Play of Love
“What?” I gasped.
“I said I love you, too, and I’m going to ask you to marry me,” he repeated.
All I could do is look at him, open-mouthed, feeling my heart race and my breathing speed up.
“Now?” My voice was barely audible. “You’re going to ask me now?”
“No… not, now.” He shook his head. “I’m going to ask you when I’ve earned the chance to. I don’t deserve you. I never did, but I’ll die trying to.”
“Scott…” All the love I could possibly feel for him swelled within my chest.
“Please, give me a chance to prove myself to you, to prove that I am committed to you, just you. Abi, I screwed up the seven years that we were together, and if it takes me seven more years to prove myself, I’ll do it and make sure that when I ask you to marry me, you’ll say yes.”
I blinked several times to be sure I wasn’t dreaming. To add to the perfect vision of him and all that he’d said, he got down on one knee and looked up at me. “Please, will you give me a chance?”
I reached out and rested my hand on top of his head, loving the silky feel of its texture between my fingers.
I looked down at him and thought of all we’d been through. The good and the bad. Right from that first moment I saw him when I was nineteen, and up to this moment. Scott had captured my heart all those years ago. I’d lost him along the way and found him again. But the man who knelt before me was different. The person before me looked at me as if I was the most important thing in the world to him, and like he really would die trying to make up for the past.
This Scott looked like he knew what he’d lost when their relationship fell apart and he wanted me to give him the chance to fix it all and make it better.
I saw all of that just from looking at him.
So could I do it? Could I give him a chance?
My heart and soul was already screaming before I opened my mouth and said, “yes.”
“Yes?” Scott asked gazing up into my eyes. He took my hand, brought it to his lips and kissed my knuckles.
“Yes, Scott.” After hearing that, and seeing how he looked with so much love in his eyes, yes had to be the answer.
“Oh, God. Thank you, thank you so much.” He pressed his lips together and gazed up at me with his bright blue eyes that I could almost dive into. “Babydoll…” He stood up and took me into his arms, once again holding me close to his heart. “I’m never letting you go again. Never. And I will always make sure you know every day how much you mean to me and how much I love you.”
Despite the inner turmoil I felt earlier, I believed him.
