on the lips. “Yep, I’m very aware, but instead of tattooing my name all over your body, maybe I need to tattoo yours on mine and then maybe you’ll finally start to believe me when I tell you it’s only ever been you since the very first memories of my life.”
My heart melted. “I like your tattoos,” I confessed.
He raised a brow. “Oh, yeah?”
“You’re the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen. You have to know only you make me feel like my body’s on fire.”
He slammed his lips down on mine and kissed me like he wanted to consume me. He broke the kiss and fled from the kitchen leaving me sitting on the counter light-headed and confused.
Almost immediately, he returned holding some papers and something else I couldn’t quite make out. He set the items on the counter next to me and that’s when I saw the box.
This man was crazy, and not in a ‘oh, you so crazy’ way, but in a ‘needs to be officially diagnosed’ crazy way. I sat there wondering if insanity was hereditary as he opened the box and pulled out an obvious engagement ring.
It was absolutely beautiful.
It was either white gold, or platinum with a small diamond surrounded in emeralds. The stones matched his eyes perfectly. “Damien, it’s stunning.”
Without asking or getting down on one knee or anything, he simply grabbed my left hand slipped the ring on. It felt a little snug, but it finally made its way over my knuckle. “Are you sure you like it? I can get you another one, maybe with a bigger diamond or something.”
His voiced sounded unsure, and I was shocked when I looked up and saw a very nervous and insecure Damien Greystone. “It’s perfect. Why would you want to buy another one?”
And as if I couldn’t love him more, I found I could. “I bought that for you the day I left for Yale. It was very expensive at the age of eighteen when most of my money was tied to my parents. But now that I have my own money, I can get you something bigger if-”
“No!” I yelped. “Damien it’s perfect,” I assured him. After I saw him physically relax, I grabbed the papers off the counter. “What are these?”
“Marriage license and all that jazz. You just need to sign, and we can find someone to marry us in the morning,” he stated, all matter of fact like.
My eyes surely bugged out of my head this time. “Are you craz-” I shook my head. “Never mind.”
He laughed.
The jackhole.
“Damien we can’t get married tomorrow. We’ve barely-”
“I’ve loved you my whole life and if right now you don’t see the rest of your life with me in it, then I’ll concede to a long engagement and give you time. But, tell me…when you picture your life fifty years from now, do you picture it with me?” he asked.
I couldn’t lie and I wouldn’t even if I thought I could. “I see you in everything I’ll ever do from this day forward, Damien,” I whispered.
He tangled his hands in my hair and brought my lips to his in a soul-claiming kiss. “I love you, Fiona, more than you will ever be able to understand. I’m going to love you every day of my life and every day of my next one.”
I gave him a sheepish grin. “You gotta pen?”
He raced around the kitchen pulling open random drawers until he came across one with a pen, and then he threw it at me.
No…you didn’t misunderstand that. He legit threw it at me.
I was able to catch it even though I was laughing so hard I almost fell off the counter. I signed all his documents wondering if my signature would be valid. I was laughing so much that my signature didn’t quite look authentic.
My laughter dwindled when I saw how serious his face was. “What’s wrong?”
His brows drew inward. “You signed the prenup without even skimming through the pages.”
I flapped my hand at him like I was shooing away fly. “I didn’t need to. Everything you have, you’ve accomplished without any help from me. You should be able to leave the marriage with everything you entered into it with. Besides,” I lifted a shoulder, “it’s not like I’m starving or anything.”
Damien picked up the prenup and flipped through the pages until he found what he was looking for. “Here, read it.”