Chapter 468
Chapter 468:
His breath warmed the back of my neck.
“One thing, though. If you go to France, I’m coming with you p>
I frowned. “Who brings their husband to work p>
“Don’t think of me as your husband. Think of me as your p>
I considered it. “Fine p>
He kicked the covers up and pulled them over both of us. “Come back to bed, it’s still early p>
I tucked myself against his chest, curling into the space under his chin.
I hadn’t even shut my eyes when I felt his hand sliding down my back.
The nap never happened.
It was as if Ashton had just discovered that stamina was a competitive sport and I was the trophy.
Soon, I was sore everywhere, my spine melted into the mattress.
Then he started again.
I clawed at his chest, my eyes blurred. “I can’t. Ashton, please p>
“Okay,” he muttered, but his pace didn’t slow. At all.
By the time he stopped, I couldn’t tell if I was breathing or hallucinating. Everything buzzed.
My brain lagged behind my body like it needed a reboot.
I was barely conscious when I felt him take my hand.
I blinked blearily and watched him slip my ring off.
In his other hand was another ring, one I hadn’t seen before.
My head cleared just enough to choke out, “What are you doing p>
“The first one was custom, but it was rushed.” He held the new ring higher. “This one’s from the same designer, but done with more time and thought. I wanted it right p>
𝗡𝗲𝘅𝘁 𝗽𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝘁 g𝖺𝖑𝖓𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⫶ⅽ𝗈𝗺
The band was platinum, narrow, clean-lined.
A row of tiny diamonds circled it, sharp and bright.
The center stone was round, larger, set low.
Light scattered across the duvet in narrow streaks, blinking off the wall.
My eyes stung, from the light and from the tears.
My throat tightened. “Why p>
He was half-kneeling in front of the bed. “Because I want to ask you properly this time. Will you marry me p>
My fingers clenched the duvet. “So this is… a proposal p>
“Yeah p>
“We’re already married p>
“That wasn’t real. You had your reasons. So did I. But none of it was clean. I want to fix it. You never got a real proposal. Or a wedding. You deserve both. So…” He looked into my eyes. “Will you p>
He stayed there, holding the ring up like a reverent offering.
My vision blurred. I reached up and brushed my fingertips against the edge of the band.
Then my hand jerked back and I shoved it under the covers.