Jake

She loves me.

She really loves me.

All throughout my life, I was told that showing emotions was a sign of weakness. I built a wall so high that nothing scared me. People could threaten me, and I wouldn’t give a damn. When my father told me that he’d leave me out of the will if I didn’t go to law school, I gathered the strength to turn my back on him and walk away. When I experienced my first heartbreak in high school, it only made me stronger and mysterious that I learned to play the cool, unaffected façade so well it attracted so many girls and women. When I’d gotten into some fistfights, I can come out would bruises and wounds but never a bruised ego. I could handle a lot, almost nothing perturbed me.

Except for her.

With her holding my hand tightly, I could feel myself shaking a bit. I was so overwhelmed with so much emotions that I just wanted to take her in my arms, kiss the living daylights out of her, and do things to her that would get us kicked out of and banned from the hotel.

She loves me.

The thought kept replaying in my head. She stood up to both our dads and basically told them to fuck off. No one would ever dare do that to them. I’d done it to my father once, but he already expected that kind of attitude from me. But Becca…sweet, innocent, and compassionate Becca…all along I thought that she needed me to be the stronger one, the one to protect her from the harshness of life. I was so, so naïve.

She didn’t need any protecting. She was stronger than I gave her credit for, and the strength she’d been hiding came out today. I was the one that needed protecting today.

She rocked me to my core. No one had ever told those two men to fuck off, not even their wives could say such a profanity outright. Becca had no idea how impressed I was…how much I appreciated just what she did. And I wanted to let her know. I wanted to show her just how much I loved her and appreciated her for standing up for me. Usually, I showed it by ravishing her until she came while screaming my name. With her, pleasuring her never felt like a chore. I could tease and lick her full breasts all day and finger and eat her out until she finished and grew sore. I loved making her happy. I loved pleasuring and servicing her. I’d never felt this before. It was everything about her that was making me feel so overwhelmed right now.

I wanted to show her how much I loved her and cared. But of course, I just couldn’t fuck her in such a public place.

She loves me. And I love her too. But how will I show it?

Then, it came to me. It was so automatic and felt so natural that I didn’t even think about it. I just found myself dropping to one knee and meeting her hazel eyes. She looked shocked, her mouth opening into a small ‘o’ and her arm stiffening as she looked down on me on one knee. For a quick second, I glanced to the side and saw both our fathers watching us. The whole floor of the hotel had their eyes on us. They heard the argument between us and our fathers. Now, everyone wanted in on the aftermath.

“I’ve known you for over eight years, but I’d only really gotten to know you for close to one month…” Becca looked like she was about to cry, but the smile on her face gave me the strength to continue. “But in that month, I found out how much of an amazing person you were…you are. You could’ve judged me straight away. If you told anyone about our month-long agreement, everyone would’ve warned you to stay away from me.” I took a pause and continued. This feeling inside me – the fucking butterflies and knots in my stomach – I was feeling more overwhelmed than what I felt just a few minutes ago. “But you stayed, and for the first time in a very, very long time, I felt like someone actually really cared about me. You make me feel love and cared for, and that’s irreplaceable with the life I’m trying to live – trying to succeed on my own when my own family doesn’t believe in me.” I swallowed my own breath, pushing the fear away, and parted my lips to ask, “I need someone to hold my hand, to be my strength when I am weak, and that someone’s you. I’ve never been surer of anything…” And then, finally, “Becca Madison, will you marry me?”

Tears spilled out of her eyes as she cupped my cheeks in her soft, feminine hands. She pulled me to stand up, and she pressed her lips softly against mine. I couldn’t help but smile instantly when I felt the emotions in her kiss and the tears on her flesh. After what felt like forever, I pulled away. If we didn’t stop kissing, things would’ve have become more intense and required parental guidance.

“Of course…” she began, still sobbing. “Of course, I’ll marry you.”

Then, I followed the movement of her eyes. She moved her head down and looked at her hands, and instantly, I knew what to say. “The ring…I want it be another tattoo. I can draw little butterflies and our initials around your finger…I want it in ink instead of metal because that way, you can never remove it. I plan on having you all to myself for a very, very long time…”

She parted her lips, smile growing wider, as she reached for my hand. All around, people were snapping photographs and taking videos of us. Some were still applauding and cooing at my proposal. I could also feel our fathers trying to burn a hole through the back of our heads, but with so much love and support surrounding us, I couldn’t give a damn.

“Then let’s go home…I want the both of us to design the ring.”

And I’d never heard a plan more perfect.