Princely Passions 2(24)
“Oh my God, where did you learn to cook like this? I didn’t even know you could cook!” I ask him, shoving a full fork into my mouth.
“That’s my super-power,” he replies with a shrug, that smile of his still dancing on his lips. He has stopped tapping his fingertips on the table, but I still notice an anxious edge to his words.
“Okay, I’m promoting you to chief of cuisine, Kaden. You cook from now on,” I continue, making my way through the second plate.
“Deal. But I’m going to need something from you in return.”
“Ask and it shall be given,” I shoot back teasingly, lifting my leg under the table and resting the tip of my high heel between his thighs. “Like I always do,” I finish off, pressing on his cock slightly and enjoying the way his eyes seem to widen in surprise.
“Well, and can I ask anything?” He whispers, placing his elbows on top of the table and leaning toward me.
“Anything,” I whisper back at him, already imagining the wicked thoughts running through his mind. Even though six months have passed, we still keep on having sex like lust-crazed rabbits - and every time we’re together always seem better than the last one. I really lucked out with Kaden, haven’t I?
“Well, then, if that’s the case…” He starts, going up to his feet, his chair sliding back. He dives his hand into his front pocket and walks around the table, slowly going down on one knee, his eyes locked on mine. He takes a small box from his pocket, and my heart stops beating for a moment.
It can’t be.
“Marry me, Brittney,” he says, opening the box and showing me a simple golden ring. Oh God, someone pinch me right now - is this really happening?
Slowly, he takes the ring out of the box, and I offer him my trembling hand.
“Y-yes…! Yes, I’ll marry you!” I cry out, feeling the sting of tears on both my eyes. I wipe them off with the back of my free hand and, still smiling, he slides the ring into one of my fingers.
“Now, I know this isn’t a diamond ring or anything like that but --”
“I don’t care!” I cut him short. “I don’t care about diamonds and I don’t care about --”
“But,” he continues, still speaking softly, “this is far more important to me. This was my grandmother’s engagement ring, Brittney. It’s been in the family for more than sixty years, passing down from my grandmother to my mother… And now it’s your turn to wear it.”
“I… I don’t even know what to say,” I whisper, raising my hand and looking at the way the ring fits perfectly on my fingers, its golden surface reflecting the stark glow of the brightly lit New York skyline. “It’s perfect.”
“No, you’re perfect,” he replies, going up to his feet and bending over, his mouth reaching for mine. My eyelids droop as I feel the touch of his lips, and I place my arms over his shoulders, pulling him into me. Moving fast, he sneaks one arm under my legs, the fabric of his shirt brushing against the back of my knees, and picks me up from the chair.
Carrying me in his arms, he looks into my eyes, a tender expression smoothing the rugged lines on his face.
“I’m the luckiest man on Earth, Brittney,” he whispers, and I feel my heart melting inside my chest.
“You are… And you know why?” I tease him, my smile turning into a grin.
“Why?”
“Because your fiancée is in a celebratory mood,” I say, and his lips seem to mimic my grin. “And you know what that means, don’t you?”
“Oh, I do…” He replies, carrying me across the balcony and into the living room. He walks all the way to the bedroom, gently kicking the door open with the tip of his polished shoe, and steps inside.
Remember how all this started? With me squatting, and Kaden throwing a stone at a cop car windshield. A silly moment, just an idiotic blip on the ever-flowing river of time… But it was that moment that set all this into motion.
Life is all about that, I think. Not about trying to reach for the grand moments, but about enjoying the way the small things seem to send ripples throughout our whole lives.
Most times, that’s how love finds you.
At least, that’s how it found me.
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Daphne
Go Britt!
I think the last time I saw them was on Wednesday. We got dinner over at MASA as a group. Oh yeah, Kaden was paying. I mean, Dominic coulda paid, but whatever. Kaden wanted to be all big man.
But you know who is really sweet? Gisele. Here’s her story!
Gisele Vs. Guitar Hero
He plays the guitar very well. Those fingers are very flexible. I know something else they could play with…