Apparently, I’ve forgotten how to use them.
So instead, I smile and lean in for another kiss.
Tank laughs softly.
“It’s okay, baby girl,” he murmurs against my mouth. “I don’t need your words. I only need you.”
He steps back just enough to take my hand, sliding the ring onto my finger before lifting it and pressing a gentle kiss to it.
How… freaking… sweet.
He releases my hands, but I can’t look away from his face.
I must be dreaming.
This has to be some wonderful dream where everything finally went right.
Any second now, I’m going to wake up in my house… back in the days when Tank avoided me like I was some kind of emotional landmine.
“Dream?” I ask.
“Yes,” he says easily. “Maybe not the kind of dream you’re talking about, but a dream nonetheless.”
I tilt my head, and he smiles.
“Everything is perfect,” he says quietly. “I finally have the woman I’ve loved for so long, and she agreed to be my wife. A dream I’ve had for years… finally here.”
“I don’t want to wake up,” I whisper.
“Then don’t,” he murmurs. “Let’s just live our dream life together.”
Someone pinch me.
“Do you like your ring, Abigail?”
“My what?” I ask, still completely lost in the warmth of his eyes.
Chuckling, he lifts my left hand in front of my face.
And that’s when I finally see it.
The most beautiful ring I’ve ever seen.
At the center sits a soft violet gemstone, catching the firelight and glowing like a tiny piece of twilight resting on my finger. It isn’t huge or flashy…just a perfectly cut oval stone, deep purple with hints of lavender when it moves through the light.
Amethyst. Just like our door.
My favorite color.
It’s elegant, graceful, and strong without needing to be loud.
Just like the man who gave it to me.
My fingers tremble as I stare at it.
“You chose my favorite color,” I whisper.
Tank shrugs one shoulder, suddenly looking a little nervous.
