Page 89 of Character Flaws
“Theo, what are you doing? I was trying to give you head.”
“Mmm…I know and it’s awesome. But I’m taking a chance. Now do as this alpha-male tells you to do,” he commands, his voice low and deep. I can’t help but giggle, but close my eyes to appease him.
I feel him shifting, hear the drawer of his nightstand open, and then he takes my hand in his.
“Okay, you can open them.”
Opening my eyes, his face is the first thing to come into view. He looks excited and giddy. I think he would’ve been a whole lot giddier if he hadn’t stopped my deep throating.
The soft fuzz and weight of the object he places in my hand draws my attention down to where it lays it in my open palm.
It’s not my birthday. It’s not even our anniversary. Today is just another ordinary Sunday.
But the box in my hand is nothing ordinary.
My heart begins to beat in fast gallops and I have the wherewithal to question his sanity, considering we’re both sitting here naked without a stitch of clothing.
“Are you really going to do this while I’m naked?” I squeak, my shaking hand being steadied by his.
Theo just laughs.
“Josephine Amanda Hughes. You are the salt to my pepper. The heads to my tails. The right to my left. And in the last year, you’ve become everything to me. First a hot neighbor, then a good friend, then my co-lead and finally my beautiful girlfriend and writing partner. I believe we’re destined for stardom. And there’s only one way I want to get there together. And that’s if you’re my wife.”
I’m stunned. Absolutely stunned that Theo is proposing to me right now. In the middle of our unmade bed, with stinky morning breath and mascara stains underneath my eyes.
But I guess that’s what love and marriage is all about. Loving that person you’re with and all their flaws and imperfections. The naked beauty of each other that only a soulmate can see.
“Theodore Allen Crawford, I couldn’t think of anything more rewarding than being your wife and living out the rest of my days with you.”
Our lips meet for the first kiss as an engaged couple and it tastes better than anything I’ve ever felt.
He then snakes a hand around my waist and flips me over so I’m flat on the bed.
“Now, let me show you exactly what I plan to do to my wife every morning for the rest of her life.”
The End
