Page 115 of Good Behavior
“Ignacio Barlowe has a nice ring to it, though, don’t you think?” I ask, making what I believe is a very good point.
“Ignacio Barlowe,” he repeats, tapping his inked fingers on his plush lips. “Sounds awfully…possessive.”
“It is,” I growl, thumbing his bare hip as he takes his sweet time.
“I don’t have a middle name, so I suppose we can move Rivera to the middle and put Barlowe at the end. That wouldn’t be too bad.” He bites his lower lip, thinking. “I would have to see the ring though. Just to be sure it’s worth it.”
Stifling my grin, I reach beneath his pillow and pull out the elegant platinum ring I found last week. I wasn’t looking for it, but I saw it in the window and just…knew. He plucks the ring from my hand and examines it, trying to act cool. The way his chest is rapidly rising and falling gives him away, and I know he’s as affected as I am.
After a few seconds, his eyes flick to mine, shiny with joy.
“Bram,”he says, emotion coloring my name so beautifully I can’t stop the hitch in my chest.
“Nacho?” I ask, needing to hear him say it.
“Yes. Forever and always, yes.”
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