me,” he murmurs.
“Okay.” I glance up at him. I don’t want to let go.
Reaching down he tilts my chin up with his fingers.
“You know even tear-stained, you are beautiful, Ana
Steele.” He leans down and kisses me gently. “And your
lips are so soft.” He kisses me again, deepening it.
Oh my . . . and to think, I could ha一ve lost . . . no . . .
I stop thinking and surrender myself.
“I need to put my jacket down,” he murmurs.
“Drop it,” I murmur against his lips.
“I can’t.”
I lean back to gaze up at him, puzzled.
He smirks at me. “This is why.” From the inside breast
pocket he pulls out the small box I ga一ve him, containing my
present. He slings the jacket over the back of the couch
and places the box on top.
Seize the day, Ana, my subconscious prods me. Well,
it’s after midnight, so technically it’s his birthday.
“Open it,” I whisper, and my heart starts pounding.
“Open it,” I whisper, and my heart starts pounding.
“I was hoping you’d say that,” he murmurs. “This has
been driving me crazy.”
I grin impishly at him. Jeez, I feel giddy. He gives me
his shy smile, and I melt despite my thumping heart,
delighting in his amused yet intrigued expression. With deft
long fingers, he unwraps and opens the box. His brow
creases as he fishes out a small, rectangular, plastic
keychain bearing a picture made up of tiny pixels that flash
on and off like an LED screen. It depicts the Seattle
skyline, focusing on the Space Needle, with the
word SEATTLE written boldly across the landscape,
flashing on and off.
He stares at it for a moment and then gazes at me
bemused, a frown marring his lovely brow.
“Turn it over,” I whisper, holding my breath.
He does, and his eyes shoot to mine, wide and gray,
alive with wonder and joy. His lips part in disbelief.
The word yes flashes on and off on the key ring.
“Happy birthday,” I whisper.
“You’ll marry me?” he whispers, incredulous.
I nod nervously, flushing and anxious and not quite
believing his reaction—this man whom I thought I’d lost.
How could
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