Chapter 47
Megan
His breath mingled with mine and it was the most delicious thing I had tasted. My brain was going to shut down if he kept kissing me like this. Soon he would be mine for the rest of our lives. Despite the bullshit. Despite me not knowing which way is up and which way is down at the point, he seems to be in the right direction for me. I will follow him until the end of our days. I will follow him until the sun stops shining and the stars are all that’s left.
“Megan Monroe, are you daydreaming while I’m kissing you?” he teased me, voice still dripping like silk and sin. My cheeks flushed as I stared into the ocean blue eyes.
“Maybe, what are you going to do about it?” I teased back. His answering laugh and grin were all I needed to know that I was about to be in for either a torturous treat or something far more exciting.
He pushed me back onto the bed and pushed my legs apart, settling between them. He looked down at me and smiled. His eyes shined like the sun on the ocean waves as he took in the sight of being beneath him.
“I have a confession to make,” he said, derailing my thought process from its current course of pleasure. I propped myself up on my elbows and leaned in to press a gentle kiss on his lips. A subtle acknowledgment for him to continue. “I am hiding a bit of a secret from you.” A pit formed in my stomach. Great, secret family? Kids? A wife? Am I a mistress?!
“If that’s the case you might want to get off of me so we can talk,” I replied like cold water had been doused all over me. He cocked his head at me and smirked.
“Get whatever crazy ass thoughts that are in that head of yours out,” he said as he nipped at my lower lip. He leaned over and opened the drawer on the bedside table. “I’ve been wanting to ask you for a while now, but my brain keeps telling me that I will just scare you away. I don’t want to ruin what we have.” He sat up and put something behind his back, pulling me onto his lap.
“I had a much better idea of how this would go but after the last 72 hours. Fuck it,” he said shyly. He wrapped my legs around his waist and sat me on his lap. My mind racing at what he could be about to do. He grabbed both of my hands, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of my left hand. “I never would’ve thought that I’d meet the love of my life the way I met you. I couldn’t get you out of my head from the moment I laid eyes on you stumbling through the station lot. I never want to see you looking like that ever again, and I never plan to either,” he paused, drawing in a shaky breath. “I want to spend the rest of my life with you Megan Monroe. Will you marry me?”
He popped open a small black velvet box with a beautiful black diamond ring, set in a tiny silver band. I couldn’t breathe, he wanted to marry me?! “YES!” I shouted, wrapping my arms around him, half knocking us off the bed. He laughed and pulled me into a kiss. I was always told I was never wife material. That no one would want someone like me yet, here this man was asking me to be his wife. Megan Carter, wife of Officer Maxwell Carter. I guess it’s no longer a joke between us.
He broke our kiss long enough to slide the ring onto my finger. It fit like a glove. I wonder how he knew the exact ring I wanted. I never told him what I liked, we never really had a chance to talk about a future or what either of us liked. “How did you—” I asked, slightly suspicious.
“Your sister went with me when I was looking. The one ring I thought you would love, she said you would find clunky and too big and that I needed to look smaller not extravagant,” he huffed out that last bit.
“Alice does know me pretty well. I mean she better, she’s known me her whole life,” I laughed. Everything was falling into place, and I was blessed to be with this man. Max never made me feel anything but loved. I’m glad he is safe and I’m glad he is mine.
My eyes traced his strong jaw, the light dusting of stubble on his cheeks from not shaving this morning. His light chestnut colored hair made a mess from me running my hands through his hair. I could wake up like this every morning and never get used to it. Never get used to someone wanting me for me and not for what they can get out of me. It meant more than anything. He let out a small chuckle.
“Ready to be stuck with me forever?” he asked me with a sly grin on his face. I rolled my eyes and smacked his chest.
“I mean, I guess. Just remember,” I paused, giving him the wickedest grin I could muster, “You’re choosing to be stuck with me too.”
“I love you, Megan Monroe,” he said as he grabbed my waist and pulled me closer to his chest. “Until the sun stops shining.”
My heart swelled at the casual use of Matt’s old saying. I knew Ally told him, and I think Matty was right. Max is my second chance soul mate. I guess he really did bless us. I took a deep breath and smiled before responding.
“And the stars are all that’s left.”