I never expected to feel this way about someone." She stared at me, eyes wide nad lips parted as if she couldn't believe what she was hearing. I stood and ran over to the dresser, pulling the box from the drawer and carrying it over to her. When I opened the box and let her see my grandmother's antique diamond and sapphire ring, she clammed a hand over her mouth. "I want to be married," I said again. Her silence was unnerving, and fuck, I'd completely botched this with my rambling nonsense. "Married to you, I mean." Her eyes filled with tears and she held them, unblinking. "You.Are such.An ass.
Christina LaurenYou were going to propose to me?" I asked, still completely confused. "Do women even do that?" She punched me, hard, in the arm. "Yes, you chauvinist. And you totally stole my thunder.
Christina LaurenShe carried it back to me with the ribbon hooked over her long index finger, and dangled the bag in my face. I ask her to marry me and she brings me a souvenir from New York? What the fuck is that? "What the fuck is that?" I asked. "You tell me, genius." "Don't get smart with me, Mills. It's a bag. For all I know you have a granola bar, or your tampons, in there." "It's a ring, dummy. For you.
Christina LaurenI can function without you. But I don’t like being away from you. It feels like you take my home with you when you go.
Christina LaurenFind a woman who will be your equal in every way. Don’t let yourself fall for someone who’ll put your world before theirs. Fall for the powerhouse who lives as fearlessly as you do. Find the woman who makes you want to be a better man.
Christina LaurenTags: advice-for-men moms-saying
I know you're saying something profound, but it's hard to focus when your tits are out.
Christina LaurenTags: funny hot max-stella
Mike Hawk!” Bennett practically yelled at me, dropping his hand. His eyes were red from laughing. “How am I supposed to keep it together over that? That’s like meeting a fucking unicorn.
Christina LaurenGood Lord, little stranger. You've wrecked me.
Christina LaurenHow many fingers would you like? - Max Stella
Christina LaurenDos asientos más allá de la cabecera de la mesa estaba Bennett, que carraspeó cuando su mirada se encontró con la mía.
También tendría que preguntarle sobre eso, porque estaba bastante segura de que justo antes de que empezara a hablar, él pronunció silenciosamente las palabras: «te quiero»
Cabrón sutil.
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