But then new memories filtered in, one by one. Memories that hadn’t happened yet. Memories of awedding and a long, long life together, sharing a bed like we were supposed to. Waking up together every morning, wrapped in each other’s arms.
That was never a question. “Yes. Holy fuck, yes, Elias. Yes, yes, a hundred thousand fucking times yes.”
His grin was so big, I wanted to hold it and keep it locked away forever. “You’re not going to drop to your knees for me this time?”
I stared at him for a second, blinking. “Is that what you want? I’ll do it if that’s what you want. Whatever it is, I’ll do it. Just put the fucking ring on me.”
“I just wanted to hear you say it. You’ve done enough, pup. You’ve done more than enough.” He lifted the ring out of the box, holding it gingerly.
I watched as he slid the ring onto my finger, the moment solidifying it: Elias and I were in this forever. We were going to do this for the rest of our lives. “If my eyes look wet, no, they don’t.” They were. I was definitely crying.
“Yes, they do. And I love that about you.” He opened his arms, beckoning me into them.
It didn’t take much to convince me. I fell into them, letting him hold me as he petted the back of my head like the good puppy I was. Inhaling his scent, I sighed in contentment, my alpha immediately recognizing it as safety. “I love you.”
“I love you.”
“Have I really been that good?”
“The best. The best boy. The best boyfriend. And now the best fiancé.”
Yeah. Yeah, I would be. With Elias, I’d always wanted more. I’d keep craving more. I’d never get enough. But honestly? That didn’t sound too bad—especially since I’d get to have more for the rest of eternity.
The End.
