Page 107 of Pacino
“I want permanent, baby. I want forever. And I want that with you. If you’ll have me.”
Nodding, I let him slip the ring onto my finger. It’s a little big, but it’s beautiful.
“We can get it resized,” he says. “But I wanted to do this with my mom. It’s a bit morbid, but—”
I kiss him, cutting him off, and wrap my arms around his neck. “It’s perfect.”
“How do you feel about something quick?” he asks.
“It kind of fits the theme of our relationship. What do you have in mind?”
Shrugging, he looks almost bashful. “We are in Las Vegas.”
“Can we get married by Elvis?”
“We can do whatever you want,” he says, wrapping his arms around me and lifting me off the ground. “Anything, Yellow Crayon.”
“Let’s go,” I say.
Finally, I get permanent. He came into my life, and he’s here to stay. And he loves me! All annoying parts of me and all.
