Last night, I thought my boyfriend was going to propose.
I found the ring box in his jacket pocket. Velvet. Tiffany blue.
Then at dinner, he pulled out the box and gave it to the waitress…
I ran out and drove straight to my best friend's apartment ready to fall apart.
But it wasn't Sarah who answered.
It was her older brother.
He was standing in the doorway in sweatpants and a t-shirt.
I started to apologize and leave, but he caught my wrist, "Get inside."
I finally broke down.
His arms were around me before I hit the ground, pulling me against his chest as I sobbed into his shirt.
He carried me to the couch and sat down pulling me tighter against his chest.
I told him about the ring, the waitress. Everything.
His grip tightened around me, his jaw clenched so hard I could see the muscle tick.
"You're not going back there tonight," he said.
"I don't have anywhere else—"
"You're staying here. With me."
Genre: Romance
I found the ring box in his jacket pocket. Velvet. Tiffany blue.
Then at dinner, he pulled out the box and gave it to the waitress…
I ran out and drove straight to my best friend's apartment ready to fall apart.
But it wasn't Sarah who answered.
It was her older brother.
He was standing in the doorway in sweatpants and a t-shirt.
I started to apologize and leave, but he caught my wrist, "Get inside."
I finally broke down.
His arms were around me before I hit the ground, pulling me against his chest as I sobbed into his shirt.
He carried me to the couch and sat down pulling me tighter against his chest.
I told him about the ring, the waitress. Everything.
His grip tightened around me, his jaw clenched so hard I could see the muscle tick.
"You're not going back there tonight," he said.
"I don't have anywhere else—"
"You're staying here. With me."
Genre: Romance
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