He makes a disgruntled sound but loosens his hold. "You okay, though?"
"Yeah, just—bathroom." I slip out of bed quickly. A quick glance back confirms no mortifying stains—thank God—and then I'm padding naked toward his ensuite.
I close the door and lean against it, taking stock.
Okay. There's no bleeding yet. But I'll need some Advil before I turn into a total ogre. And tampons—though tissue paper might have to do until I get home.
I open the medicine cabinet above the sink, scanning the shelves.
There's no Advil, but there's a bottle of Toradol at the back. Even better. I reach for it, checking it's still in date, then pop two pills, chasing them down with tap water.
I return the pill bottle to the shelf, accidentally knocking over a can of aftershave. I move other bottles out of the way to create more space, replace the aftershave, then—I see something that makes me freeze.
Right behind the antiseptic, partially hidden behind a box of Band-Aids, is a small navy velvet box.
Is that...?
I reach for it. Pull back. Reach again. Pull back.
This is none of your business, Sabrina.
I grab it anyway.
The small box is heavier than I expected.
You shouldn't open it.
I open it anyway.
The ring inside steals my breath.
It's a large round diamond set in platinum. The band catches the light, and I tilt it, seeing the engraving running along the inside.
A small slice of heaven.
The world stops.
That phrase.
I said it months ago. At Pizza Fiesta. The first day I agreed to sit with him. He'd told me how his job sucked and I said something about finding a slice of heaven.
He not only remembered. He remembered and had it engraved on a ring.
I know for a fact the ring belongs to me.
How long has he been planning to propose? How long has he been thinking about marrying me?
My hands are shaking so badly I nearly drop the box. The strength of his commitment, the certainty in it, the fact that he's been carrying this ring, waiting for the right moment—
It terrifies me.
It overwhelms me.
It makes my heart feel like it's going to explode out of my chest.
I hear movement in the bedroom. Footsteps approaching.
"Baby?" Jordan's voice, still rough with sleep. "You've been in there a while. You okay? Mind if I come in?"
