“And now when we have the chance for everything, and you miss your opportunity to have something for yourself,” he subtly notes.
My head bows. “I’m used to it.”
He kisses the palm of my hand that rests on his face. “You’ll get everything. I’ll wait with you until you do. If I had a way to fix this, you have to know I would.”
I nod before he places a kiss on my inner wrist, delicate and sweet.
“You never gave me the gift.” He said he had one when we were at the hotel. “I guess I’m not entitled to it anymore.”
He lowers his head and peers up at me. “Well, that’s just a lie. You can have it. I just thought you might want the clouds to clear first.”
“Show me.”
Ford kisses my cheek before leaning across the bed to his side drawer, and he pulls out the box he had that day on the boat.
“I upgraded it a bit.” He studies the black box before handing it to me.
“There was nothing to upgrade.” I open the box, and I can’t help but smile. The diamond looks a little bigger.
“Look inside,” he urges.
I squint my eyes as I study the inner band. “Worth the wait. F.B.C.”
Our family initials and the words that will forever float around us.
“It’s perfect. Let’s get married. Tomorrow.” I string together the sentence that is delicate, yet my certainty is there.
Ford laughs, and his head falls back on the pillow.
“Why is that funny? I’m serious,” I protest.
He’s on his side again, staring at me with a smirk. “Nothing would make me happier, but baby, you had an eventful week. I won’t let you do something while you are in shock and not feeling yourself. You have a lot of emotions right now.”
“Ford—”
He shushes my mouth with his finger. “Know it’s there. Dream of our day. And I’m ready to confirm our future when you actually don’t have a bandage on.”
Maybe he has a point. My thoughts are everywhere. Closing the box with the ring inside, I set it to the side.
His thumb smudges my bottom lip. “How about some sleep?”
A sweet Ford who has a wicked look while he is shirtless is like a tornado forming. You’re unsure of the strength, but either way, it’s dangerous.
“I want you to make me feel good,” I request. Sinking into the mattress and melting into his touch is my escape, the best pain reliever.
“Not a good idea. You’re still recovering.”
I clasp his fingers near my mouth and guide them down to the fabric of my night dress around my breast. “I’m fine, and Ineedyou.”
His face informs me that he is conflicted because he doesn’t want to hurt me, but he wants me. Always a perfect combination for passion.
Ford’s jaw flexes to the side; he’s contemplating.
Please, I mouth.
“Lie down, head on the pillow.”
I adjust myself, breathing out as I get comfortable.
