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Crazy Love(94)

By:Melanie Shawn


Oh well. Chase might as well get this over with. His jaw locked as he purposefully strode past Tully and opened the door. Just as he was ready to make it perfectly clear that he did not appreciate Serena showing up uninvited, he was stopped dead in his tracks.

Krista, not Serena, sat on the edge of his bed with a small smile on her face, wearing the same dress she’d worn when she’d come over for dinner at his mom’s house. She looked like an angel. His angel.

“Krista,” he said out loud in hopes that it would help his mind process what his eyes were seeing.

“Hi,” she said—if he wasn’t mistaken—nervously.

“Hi, beautiful.”

Krista was here. Really here. In front of him. He must have been in shock because he hadn’t moved. He was still standing in the open doorway. His feet felt like they were cemented in concrete.

Lifting one brow, she tilted her head to the side, inviting him into his own room. “Do you want to come in?”

Smiling, he shook his head slightly as he stepped in, and turning, he shut the door behind him. When he pivoted back, she was standing in front of him. He reached for her but she swatted his hands down.

“Not yet,” she said, shaking her head. “Sit,” she commanded as she pointed to the bed.

His heart was beating so hard in his chest that he could hear the loud pumping in his brain as he took one small step and sat on the edge of the bed.

“Okay,” she said as she shook her hands and rubbed them together, probably in an attempt to warm them up. They always got colder when she was nervous for some reason. Biting her lip, she furrowed her brow. “I had this whole speech worked out in my head, but now I can’t remember any of it.”

Chase didn’t want to ruin what she had planned, but unless the speech consisted of her stripping and making love to him, he was pretty sure he didn’t need to hear it.

“Oh screw it,” she said, as tears pooled in her eyes. “Chase, you are the only man I have ever loved.”

Maybe he did need to hear it.

“I read your article today and you talked about how love makes you brave and strong. For so long, I thought that love made me weak because it made me feel things I couldn’t control. But,” she smiled brightly as tears fell down her face, “I was wrong. You were right. Your love has always made me strong and brave, even the years we were apart. I held on to your love every day. Through memories and your music.

“You wrote about me saving you, but really it was the other way around. You have loved me completely, unconditionally, and selflessly since I was ten years old. I am the person I am today because of that love. It gave me strength and determination to achieve the things I have. I love you, Chase, with every ounce of my being. You are my soul mate, my best friend, and the love of my life. Also you’re ridiculously hot, but that’s not the point.”

She laughed a little and smiled, and it lit up the room like the sun shining on a clear day. Chase wanted to reach out and touch her so badly, but he also wanted to hear the next words that were about to come out of her gorgeous mouth.

Taking a deep breath, she stared at him, her lips lifting in a nervous smile. As she lowered onto one knee and held up a simple white-gold band between her thumb and forefinger, he noticed that her hand was shaking.

Holy shit. Now he really wanted to hear what she had to say next.

“Chase Malone, will you do me the honor of spending the rest of your life with me? Will you marry me?”

Happiness, like nothing he’d ever experienced, burst through him like an atomic bomb. Reaching out, he cupped Krista’s face and covered her mouth with his. Sweeping his tongue inside her mouth, he claimed her with his kiss. Marking her forever. She met him lick for lick, claiming him as hers.

Not breaking their kiss, he pulled her onto his lap, spreading her legs so that she was straddling him. His hands moved to her shoulders and tugged at her straps. She pulled away breathlessly as she reached up and held his hand in place.

“Wait. You didn’t answer me,” she said through short pants of breath.

“Yes,” he said as he pressed his lips to her neck and moved his hands beneath her dress, firmly gripping her thighs. “Yes, I will marry you.” As much as he’d loved her gesture, he still wished he could have given her the perfect proposal. As he trailed soft kisses down her neck, he said, “I still want to take you to the Eiffel Tower. I wanted your proposal to be perfect. You deserve perfect.”

He felt cold hands on the sides of his jaw as Krista lifted his face to hers. “I got perfect. I got you. And you know what, rock star? You deserve perfect, too.”