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It's automatic, the way I roll over, my arm reaching out for Charlotte.
I jolt awake, remembering, and snatch up my phone. I just got a text message – that's what woke me up.
Charlotte's text is just letting me know she's on her way back home now, and she'll see me soon. She adds some kissy face emojis and a string of Xs and Os. I rub the sleep out of my eyes with one hand, already texting back with the other to say I can't wait to see her.
She's coming home.
I don't even care how needy and clingy I seem, if it makes me a loser or anything like that. None of that matters, because Charlotte is on her way home, and she said yes.
Fuck, I can't believe I'm engaged.
I can't believe she drove all the way here to tell me she'd seen the video, and to tell me 'yes'. I can't believe practically everyone in the damn building came out to witness it.
Well, I guess I wanted some iconic, unforgettable proposal...
I set my phone back down and get up, kicking the sheets to the bottom of the bed and stretching, then grabbing up my glasses. I make my way to the kitchen before correcting my routine, taking a shower first instead.
Charlotte's not going to be here for a couple of hours, and it's not like any of this should be a big deal, but it is. Once I'm dressed, I head out – out for the first time in days, beyond the balcony, a shopping list ready on my phone. Maybe the way I'd planned to propose didn't go exactly the way I wanted it to, but I still want to make this special for her, as much as I can. I end up filling the cart with a few extras: some chocolate chip cookies fresh from the bakery I know she likes, smoked salmon, eggs and an avocado so I can make her a fancy breakfast tomorrow... I stop by the booze aisle, reaching for a bottle of prosecco before catching myself, and grabbing a Möet and Chandon, with wild abandon.
It's not like extra-special champagne can spoil the surprise now, right?
It's a long walk home, and I probably shouldn't have gone so overboard. It's hot out today, and between that, the weight of the shopping, and the fact that I'm not exactly what you'd call athletically inclined, I need another shower by the time I get back.
I spend some time trying to tame my hair, even though it's a fairly useless effort.
There's a bruise on my forehead where I fell off the sofa the other night. That's going to look great in the selfies I know Charlotte will want to take, I think, grimacing.
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Lockdown on London Lane [PUBLISHED w/ WATTPAD BOOKS]ChickLit
***Published in the US with Wattpad Books and in the UK under the title 'LOVE, LOCKED DOWN' -- out now in ebook and paperback, and also audiobook in the UK!*** When the London Lane apartment block is put on lockdown, its residents are in for a whirl...