Page 94 of Lie with Me
I slide the ring onto the tip of her finger and whisper. “Ithink you know.”
“Maybe you should ask anyway, just to make sure we are thinking of the same question.” Her eyes trail the path the ring is taking over her knuckle, and I smirk at her request.
“Tara Stevens . . . will you be my shortcake? Will you be my starlet and fantasy girl? Will you be the woman who goes to bed with me every night and wakes up next to me every morning?
“You’re the first woman I’ve ever truly loved, and I want you to be the last who ever truly loves me. So what do you say? Will you be that woman? Will you be my wife?”
Tara’s hand trembles in mine as she stands there staring silently.
“Well?” I urge her.
“Oh!” She snaps out of her stupor. “Yes! Yes, of course, I’ll marry you.” She throws her arms around my neck and squeezes so tightly, she nearly chokes me.
I breathe a sigh of relief. “You had me worried there for a second, shortcake.”
“I’m sorry,” she cries. “I’m in shock. You told me last week you weren’t ready to get married.”
“I know. I was trying to throw you off the trail.”
“It worked.” She sniffles, pulling away to look at me. Happy tears glistening in her eyes. “Would it sound completely corny if I told you that I loved you right now?” She laughs.
I take her face in my hands, overjoyed. I remember asking her a very similar question the weekend I ambushed her. “I don't think it’s ever corny to say I love you, especially if the person saying it truly means it . . .”
The End
