I slid my arms around his shoulders and kissed him back.
We did this a while.
When we stopped, I opened my eyes and looked into his blue ones just as he said gently, “Welcome home, beautiful.”
Home.
I smiled.
* * * * *
Two minutes later…
Hand in hand, Creed walked me through the dark house into his bedroom.
One light was on at Creed’s nightstand and, at what it illuminated, I stopped dead.
Holy shit.
Holy shit!
“How’s that for hearts and flowers?” Creed murmured and I tore my eyes away from his huge bed that looked entirely covered in deep red, velvety soft rose petals to tip my head back and look at Creed.
I opened my mouth.
I closed it.
I opened it again.
I closed it.
“Fuck me, she’s speechless,” he kept murmuring as he grinned down at me.
“I… holy shit,” I muttered and his grin turned into a smile.
I pulled my hand from his and walked to the bed. “Jesus, babe, how many flowers did you have to pluck to do this or can you buy just the –?”
I stopped talking abruptly when I saw it.
In the middle of the bed, a black velvet box, opened, and in black satin sat a humongous, princess cut diamond ring, set in what looked like platinum, inlaid with more diamond baguettes around the band.
It was stunning.
It was exquisite.
It was huge.
“Holy shit,” I breathed.
Creed’s arms wrapped around my chest from behind and I felt him arch so his lips could be at my ear.
“Gonna do it, go big,” he whispered.
I agreed. I so totally agreed.
That rock was completely ostentatious. It had to cost a mini-fortune.
I f**king loved it.