“Oh my god!” I breathe, staring at the single princess cut diamond ring glittering back at me.

“I was going to ask you this weekend after I had a chance to talk to your dad.” Clay says from behind me, and I spin around to face him with my heart now beating a million miles an hour. “I even had a photographer scheduled to show up and capture the moment.” He steps toward me and takes the box from my now shaking hands.

“Clay,” I whisper, watching him pull the ring from the black velvet cushion protecting it.

“I love you.”

He captures my hand as my world starts to spin.

“I don’t even know the moment that happened, but I know you own all of me.” He lifts his head and his eyes lock with mine. “I promise if you agree to marry me that no one will ever love you more completely than I do, that you will always be safe with me, and that not a single day will go by where you do not feel just how vital you are to my survival.” He drops his gaze from mine to the hand he’s holding. “But there is no going back from this, Mouse. If I put this ring on your finger, it’s staying there forever, we fight, we fuck, and we work it out.”

“I wouldn’t want it any other way.” I capture his jaw with my free hand, and he lifts his eyes to mine. “I don’t even want to think about what I would be missing out on if you hadn’t been so—”

“Obsessed?” he cuts me off.

“Yes.” I laugh as I lean into him. “So, the answer to your question is ‘yes’ and it will always be ‘yes’.” The word yes ends on a gasp of breath when he presses into me and covers my mouth with his.

As he thrust his tongue between my lips, his hand slides up my sides taking the tank top I’m wearing with it, and I run my hands down his bare chest and under the edge of his sweats grasping his cock in my hand and squeeze.

“Fuck,” he groans, and I smile against his lips, then whimper when he lifts me off my feet and his cock bumps against my sex through the simple cotton covering me.

“Oh god,” I breathe, my head falling back to my shoulders as he carries me out of the closet and toward the bed, while his mouth works across the tops of my breast. When he lowers me to my back on the bed, my lashes flutter open.

“Clothes off,” he orders, standing back.

I watch him kick off his sweats.

Swallowing, I slip my panties down my thighs then sit up and take off my tank top. Once I’m naked, he climbs onto the bed with me using his knees to push my thighs apart and when his weight settles over me, I wrap my legs around him and lift my hips. “I need you.”