Chapter 30
“I promise you I am fine!” exasperates Sam for the 10th time that morning as she’s buttoning up her uniform.
“The physician also said not to overdo it,” retorts Adrian causing Sam to roll her eyes.
For the first few days bed-rest had been amazing; she’d caught up on her favourite crime dramas, she’d managed to read a few books and even watch a few films. But then…it got far too dull and boring. The worst thing had been the physiotherapy for her leg-no actually, the psychiatry sessions had been worse but they didn’t last too long. The physio though, that had been hell. But boredom had got so bad that she actually started looking forward to them.
Thankfully, work has now allowed her back after being cleared by the physiotherapist. She still has to go to the odd session but the stiffness and pain in her leg has definitely reduced considerably.
Only try telling that to Adrian. His concern although, incredibly sweet has been overwhelming to Sam. Rather than put her at ease with each passing day, it’s grinded on her nerves.
But anyone would be when they’re driven to the grocery store they would normally just walk to. And it’s not just that. Apart from chauffeuring her around, he’s also been restraining himself-sexually that is.
Abstinence is now her mortal enemy and sexual frustration her only friend.
Still at least she can go to work now.
“Hey Sammie, good to have you back girl! It has been too quiet around here without you!” cries Hanna with a hard hug. Sam returns it just as strongly, getting a waft of Hanna’s designer perfume that’s so familiar.
“Well, I never thought I’d see the day, I’d be looking forward to doing paperwork,” grins Sam.
“Shut up! I cannot believe you’re even in. If I had an accident and a hunky boyfriend like yours I would be milking it for all it’s worth,” winks back Hanna to which Sam can only internally snort to.
She mutters back, “it’s not all it’s been cracked up to be.”
A few hours of being in the hectic environment, she’s glad. The amount that’s just piled up from the simplest cases has Sam a little overwhelmed but she ploughs through.
That is until there’s commotion outside her office. Curious as to whom the new restless arrestee may be, she rushes out.
She stops dead in her tracks. It’s no hooligan that’s in handcuffs or a whale of a thug but rather her white-collar boyfriend. Her immediate reaction is confusion and then outrage. There is no way a guy like Adrian Carter-a stickler for rules-could be arrested. A speeding ticket perhaps is the most she expects him to be booked with but anything more than that? Anything that can get him arrested-no way. There has to be some sort of mistake. Dumbfounded she wastes minutes stood like a statue just staring before action kicks in.
Furious she marches up to Officer Hoult as he’s placing Adrian into the empty cell.
“What the fuck, Brian? Why the hell has he been arrested?” she spits trying to go around the middle aged man to get to Adrian. But Brian just keeps her path blocked and holds up his hands defensively.
“Sorry Torres but you got a problem with it-take it up with Chief,” retorts Brian.
“Don’t be ridiculous, Hoult. Just tell me what the problem is.”
“No can do, Deputy-it’s confidential. Even you’ll have to talk to the Chief,” shrugs Brian.
Sam shoots him a look so deadly that were it possible, Brian would be going through the wickedest torture in hell. She has no idea why Brian is spewing this bullshit. As Deputy she has a goddamn right to know why someone has been arrested, especially when that someone is her boyfriend and one of the main contributors to their pensions. She briefly considers taking Brian down but gazing around at the audience they have, she knows it would not set a good example.
Chief glances up, not too surprised oddly enough. Too preoccupied, Sam doesn’t notice and instead glares at him with frustration.
“What?” states the Chief paying no attention to his clearly exasperated second in command.
“Brian Hoult has just arrested Adrian Carter and apparently I have to take it up with you, if I want to even know why!” spits Sam with indignantly.
“Oh yes that…” muses the Chief and this lack of concern doesn’t go amiss with Sam. She’s curious, sure as to what’s going on, but a large part of her is also envious of not being included in this plan or whatever it is. Did they think that she’d tell Adrian? Has he really done something bad or is this about something else? Still whatever it’s about Chief could have had her to fetch Adrian-not Brian.
“’Yes that’ what? Chief what is going on? Is Ade in trouble? Why has Brian arrested him?” questions Sam, the frustration seeping into worry.
“Don’t worry, just send Brian in and you go talk to Adrian. Make sure he’s okay,” instructs the Chief. Only too happy to comply in showing up Brian and getting a chance to talk to Ade, she nods at the instruction.
“Chief wants to see you in his office, Brian. Oh and you can remove the handcuffs off him,” smugly states Sam towards Brian.
Brian just shrugs, surprisingly not bothering to argue with Sam’s word and removing the handcuffs.
Then as Brian steps back, Sam takes a cautious step towards Adrian, stern concern in her expression.
“You okay? What happened?” she quietly asks however when Ade exhales deeply and shakes his head, Sam’s left in confusion.
“You, Sam. You happened. You crashed into my life, tipping it into chaos. You’re impulsive, you’re stubborn and you challenge me in so many ways. And that’s why you shouldn’t be my girlfriend…”
As he pauses Sam tries to mask her pain and hurt with a stoic expression. But she can’t pull it off the same as Adrian. She doesn’t have that much experience or talent. Her feelings show on her face and right now, for him to break up with her in public not only infuriates her but also kills her. She keeps quiet, biting back the tears. If she so much as opens her mouth right now, they’ll all come flooding down her cheeks and she refuses to cry in front of her colleagues from her boyfriend breaking up with her. She’s tougher than that.
“-Because…” he continues on, but Sam just wishes he’d just shut-up. She’s had enough. She’s heard enough. She would run, if her legs weren’t frozen in place forcing her to endeavour the rest of his criticisms of her.
“-Because someone so beautiful, kind and passionate deserves all that in return.”
“Wh-what?” she chokes as his words suddenly take a completely opposite direction and her mind’s left in a muddle, trying to unwind the loop he’s created. Her eyes go wide as he steps towards her, placing a hand against her cheek.
“I can’t promise you a perfect relationship or an easy future but I can promise you always be loved, respected and listened to.” He steps back, reaching in his pocket to bring out a black velvet box.
Sam’s fingers tremble at her parted, gasping mouth. All around her there’s silence but she can’t hear anything anyway as her focus is solely on the man knelt before her with his heart on his sleeve, while her own heart races.
“Ade…” she whispers.
“Marry me,” he states opening the box to reveal the most beautiful and delicate piece of jewellery she’s ever seen unprotected by windows or boxes. The diamond ring is intricately decorated with a larger centre diamond to resemble a rose and it’s far too much for her. That very thought snaps her back to herself and she places her hands back at her sides while quirking a small grin at him.
“Are you asking or demanding?” she quips back sassily.
But Ade doesn’t miss a beat as he grins straight back at her with sparkling eyes and honestly says, “neither. It’s a challenge.”
As a quiet rumble of chuckles break out around her, Sam too can’t help but bite back her laugh.
“As if I can resist them,” she replies with a roll of her eyes.
“I know,” smirks back Ade, rising to slip on the ring and draw her in closer. Her arms wind around his shoulders as his rest at her hips.
“That’s sneaky,” she murmurs.
“I know,” he replies and before she can protest any more about his tactics, his lips slant across hers in a short, sweet kiss as cheers and claps roar behind them.
Sam squeezes Adrian’s arm in reassurance. She can tell he’s getting antsy and although he doesn’t let it show in an obvious way, the slight twitching of his fingers is a giveaway. As is his arm wrapping around her waist, dragging her slowly towards the exit in a strategic fashion. After his proposal the Chief had dug up some non-alcoholic champagne and the drinks had been circulated around the station, while Sam and Ade too circulated, receiving the congratulations of Sam’s colleagues. Last but not least is the Chief, who although has only well wishes for them, expresses it in a very long speech.
“Thank-you for cooperating in this Chief,” nods Ade referring to the set-up.
“My pleasure, son…After all, I’m sure Sam will only be marrying once,” he responds, with a sharp shake of Adrian’s hand. Ade although raising an eyebrow at the clear threat, doesn’t say anything to defend himself. Instead, he’s just thankful that Sam now has the rest of the day off. A day that gets shorter by the minute…
“Well, we’ll be going then, Chief,” interrupts Ade.
“Oh yes, of course, go enjoy the afternoon and weekend. But I do expect you back in Monday, Torres,” warns Chief to which Sam only mumbles a ‘yes’. She’s too busy wondering what Adrian has planned.
“Home? You took me home?-”
“Yes, were you expecting me to take you somewhere else?” he replies.
Sam blushes slightly. Although Adrian’s public proposal was somewhat romantic, she just expected him to carry it on-which is stupid because Ade is really not a romantic. And even she’s not a romantic….or at least, not that much of one. But she still grew up watching Disney films and somewhere in her, she does want the sweeping heartfelt gestures, the gushy complementary words, and the materialistic gifts.
“Because right now, the only place you’re going is bed,” he states firmly, his voice dropping octaves to a deep, lustful baritone. As he sweeps her over his shoulder, she can only gasp; and with her own craving for him, her protests of being carried are subdued.
She rebounds softly on the mattress of the bed in their playroom, her eyes wide in excitement.
“Collar?” he grunts.
“Bedside drawer,” she replies just as breathless.
“I want you naked by the time I’m back,” he commands, leaving to get the collar.
She takes a moment to appreciate the backside view of her fiancé before ripping off her uniform and discarding it to the side. Then untying her hair and flicking off her bra, he returns.
“Too slow, Princess. I think absence has made you forget the consequences of disobeying me,” he reprimands, his hand delving into her hair and guiding her firmly up so that she kneels on the bed facing him.
“Not punishment, please,” she begs her hand holding his wrist.
“It’s okay, pet, there will be no punishment. Just lots and lots of practice,” he grins back buckling the collar around her neck. Sam smiles back. That is definitely not a punishment.
“Underwear off, sweetheart,” he states, moving to get the rope.
Fishing it from the drawer, he unwinds it and as he does so he can sense the thrill in his partner. It really has been too long but it was necessary. Physical healing and rest was vital for her and he wouldn’t do anything to jeopardise her safety. Plus he’s pretty sure he could ever be cautious and careful having sex with Sam. He far too lost in his primal instincts brought on by her for that.
“Hands,” Ade demands behind the bedframe. Familiar to the position and set-up, Sam automatically extends her wrist out towards him to bind to one side of the bed. He repeats the process with the other arm and then cups her cheek.
“I’ll be right back, Princess,” he promises, leaving her with a wink for the time being.
Sam bites her lip, remembering the last time he said that. The ice. He’d brought back ice and God…had it been amazing. She takes back everything she said about him not being romantic because if he has her screaming like she did back then, then screw romance. She’s rather have that.
His return, promotes Sam’s body to coil in excitement, craving for his touch. Though she can’t see clearly, she can hear him place something down on the table beside the bed. Stripping down to his boxers, he sits beside her, leaning down to capture her mouth in a hungry, passionate kiss that has her yielding to him. One of his hands trace down from cupping her cheek to cupping her soft breast.
“Do you remember the safe word, Princess?” he asks hand slowly massaging the breast.
“Yes Master,” she whispers arching her back in a vain attempt to try and induce him to increase his pace. It’s going far too slow for her liking. Were it up to her, he would be in her right now. But of course, he’s far too into foreplay.
“Good.”
To Sam, when his mouth trails kisses from her neck towards her breast, it’s like her prayers have been answered. As his mouth finally encases around the pert npple, she sighs in relief, allowing him to take her to beautiful bliss while his other hand toys with her other breast.
He releases them too early for her liking, leaving them in a semi-erect state and her in a sexually frustrated one.
She whimpers her annoyance at him, to which he only responds with a raised eyebrow and a stern look.
“Patience, pet. If I can be with you laid out like a feast before me, then you can be too,” he tells her, proving his point by running his hand down her stomach to cup her pssy but nothing more. Sam bites back the growl of him not taking advantage of her laid like this quicker.
Knowing he’s driving her insane, Adrian decides to stop torturing her too much and have some fun himself. Grabbing the bowl on the table, he tells her to close her eyes. He realises she’s probably expecting ice, which is why this will be so much better.
Sam braces herself for the burning cold to fire her nerves but instead, she’s shocked when warm, smooth liquid flows down the centre of her torso. The shock turns to a gasp when she senses the coarseness of Adrian’s tongue swooping the warm trail from centre of her stomach up.
As he finishes, his mouth descends on hers and from the soft, dominating curl of his tongue with hers, she realises the liquid immediately.
Chocolate.
She moans against his lips, her heart melting at the thought and preparation he’s put into all of this.
“It’s not too hot, is it?” he asks.
“No-it’s perfect,” she whispers back, watching as he kneels between her spread legs and spoons more of the liquid heaven. Ever so smoothly and slowly it flows thickly over her left breast, sending the most incredibly pleasurable warmth through her senses, causing her npples to pucker and her eyes to roll back as she groans in delight. Before the chocolate cools, his mouth is over the breast, devouring it while simultaneously sending her into a moaning mess. His tongue is like magic. Every roll and lick against her sensitive skin causes her to squirm in delight while wetness pools between her legs. His other hand grasps her other breast, fingers pinching her equally speared npple.
The sharp jolt of pain makes her gasp; it’s such a contrast to the gentler touch of his tongue that it awakens her inner masochist. She craves it-the pain and pleasure, the soft and rough, the hard and gentle-Adrian.
He pulls back, his thumb swiping the last smear of chocolate from the breast before he turns his attention to the other one. More of the silky mixture coats her skin causing Sam to sink further into the bed as Adrian suckles it away. God, she could definitely get used to this. Though just as she’s getting comfortable, he reminds her just what she likes, with a gentle bit of her hard rose bud npple.
“Ah! Oh God,” she moans as he soothes the sting.
“Spread those pretty legs for me, Princess,” he demands, easing backwards. Slowly she parts them watching him as his eyes fill with lust at the sight of her glistening core, so hot and ready for him. The scent of her arousal fills the air, intoxicating them in a cloud of pure need.
Adrian groans softly, he really has missed that pretty pink pssy and seeing it now coated in tempting juices almost has him regretting the self-imposed chastity. But what’s better than the taste of Sam’s sweet cnt than the taste of Sam’s sweet cnt coated with chocolate. He dips two of his fingers into the melted liquid, generously coating his fingers in it before swiping it all the way down her puffy lower lips. Drawn to the buffet before him, he runs his tongue slowly all the way up those pretty folds. His partner just lets out a long, low moan of appreciation causing him to grin against her skin. His tongue tingles with the sugar sweet taste of the chocolate and the slight sharpness of her. Delicious. And like magnets, he’s drawn back to her. His mouth hungrily devouring every single drop he can of her honey.
The talented artistry of his tongue is driving Sam to insanity. Her small breathy moans turn to that of desperate wails of whorish lust. Hips subconsciously roll hard against his benevolent mouth while her fingers clench desperately at the binds she’s in.
“Master, oh please…please Master,” she cries hysterically, her thighs clenching.
His grip tightens at her caramel legs, easing them back open so he can continue with his feast. And what a feast it is. How could he resist this for so long? If he could he would eat her out everyday. Fuck, he should right that into his vows. Surely Sam won’t deny him, his basic need to have his face buried between her legs and his tongue delved in her delectable cnt.
“Fuck! I need to come. Please, please may I come? Please Master?” she begs between erratic breaths. The tightening, the peak, she can feel it. And if he denies her-she’s not too sure she can restrain herself. It’s just too much. After so long, she can’t stop this, it would be like stopping a train…going at full speed…with broken brakes.
“Yes. Come for me, Princess,” he permits mouth latching back onto her, as she screams in ecstasy. Her hips roll hard against him and he has to push them down to steady them. Her war cry of his name sounds like the stuff his wet dreams are made of and her taste…fuck! The taste of her orgasm is just 100%, unaltered heaven.
Adrian gives one last fleeting kiss at the sensitive, wet flesh before rising up and soaking in the sight of his submissive in post-orgasmic bliss. Her chest rises and falls with each deep breath while eyes glazed with adoration and desire stare back invitingly at him.
Words fail him and in such times, only actions will do. His lips slant over hers and in a heated passionate kiss and when he pulls back, she’s left breathless and excited. The spark of her sassiness is back as she snaps herself out of the dazed pleasured state.
“I’d like a go, please Sir,” she whispers wiggling against him.
“ ‘A go’?” he responds in confusion.
“On top with the chocolate,” she clarifies, “please?”
How could he ever deny her the opportunity to lick chocolate off his bare body?
“Okay, Princess. We can try that but just remember,” his hand cups her cheek, “you’re only on top because I let you.”
“Yes Sir,” she grins back broadly.
With her hands free and her hips straddling him, she’s got free reign and right now, she loves it.
Scooping a large spoon of the chocolate she tries to pour it smoothly over his bare torso, only unlike his expert hands, it dribbles in strange patterns, coating him randomly. As much as she tries, Sam can’t hold back the giggles and even Adrian’s quietly chuckling.
“Oops. Guess I need more practise,” she smiles.
“So get practising, pet,” he replies in agreement.
She winks at him before her mouth descends onto his firm and now very tasty, chest. She licks every single drop of chocolate off him, even the tiny splatters that had somehow ended up on his chin. He laughs as she does so and the joyous sound, has her pressing her lips to his in a chaste kiss.
“I love you,” she whispers.
“Love you too, Princess,” he responds not missing a beat.
Her heart clenches at the sentiment and she’s reminded again just how lucky she is to have him. So damn lucky and she wants him to know her appreciation as well.
She grinds against the hard steel in his boxers before shuffling back and tracing its outline. Her mouth salivates at the thought of his taste. So rich and unique and…addictive. Unable to resist much longer, she pulls down his clothing, relieving the captive within them. A muffled moan escapes Sam’s mouth as she takes in the sight of his long, hard dck, pulsing with desire while a single bead of pre-come dribbles down it. Holy hell, she can’t take it much longer. Sam, quickly spoons a small amount of chocolate onto the make-shift lollipop and before he tries to take control, she wraps her mouth all the way around and down it.
Adrian hisses in delight as he feels himself plunged into a hot, wet mouth. Of course, she can’t make it completely down in one but she does give it a fair go. Sweeping back up, she suctions her mouth and presses her tongue flat against his underside; his masculine taste and the silk, velvet sweetness of chocolate both coating her tongue and intoxicating her senses.
As she goes down a second time, Adrian’s more prepared. He props his upper body up while his other hand delves into her hair, controlling her. Her eyes flicker up to him, while her tongue circles his tip and her hand pumps his base. Mischief and lust is written all over her face and he loves it.
Gently but firmly he tries to push her further down on him, and as she complies he groans in delight. Shit, it feels so good not having to use his hand.
As she nears the base, she can feel him pressing her down further and while it may have frightening before, now-she trusts him and truthfully it turns her on to have him dominate her like that. Push her to her limits even when she doesn’t know what they always are. She gags slightly before remembering to relax her throat and when he releases the pressure, she knows she can rise back up. She doesn’t go far before he urges her down again and happy to comply she repeats the process.
Pretty soon, his groans become shallower and more breathless, signalling to Sam that he’s close. She can’t wait for that. Come and chocolate-now that is a combination made of sin and probably utterly delicious.
Too soon, Adrian finally comes to his senses and pulls her back.
“Stop,” he demands through ragged breaths. She pouts as her eyebrows knit together in confusion.
“On me now,” he grits out lying back down and urging her up. With one hand on her hip and the other on her arm, he tries to guide her onto him.
Sam hesitates. She’s never done this before. Never been on top. In fact, just the prospect of sliding down on him has her nervous.
“Princess, what’s-”
“I don’t-I’ve never…”
“It’s okay, pet,” he assures her, the hand on her arm moving to cup her cheek in reassurance.
Sam gives a wavering smile as she rises up onto her knees.
“That’s it, you’re good sweetheart. Slowly down now,” he encourages, positioning himself straight up while waiting for her to ease herself down.
Gazing at him for a moment, she gently lowers down, the tip pushing into her. Both gasp in unison, their nerves lighting on fire from the connection. Sam steadies herself with her fingertips against Adrian’s washboard abs. And inch by inch she slithers down, pushing past the tightness and fullness she feels from his thick, long length in her. It reminds her of the first time they had sex. She had been too tight then from the years of chastity and now, she can still feel her muscles stretching to accommodate him.
“Oh God, I don’t think I can, Master,” she pants struggling with the last inch.
“Yes you can, pet. Remember what I said? Don’t deny me what’s mine,” he growls, fingers circling her sensitive, little clt causing her to moan outrageously in pleasure. While she’s lost in the pleasure, his hips jolt up; forcing her to take him to the hilt.
Sam cries out at the mix of both pure delight and the sting of pain. God, it feels like he’s rammed straight through her, like she can feel him at the back of her throat and it feel so fucking good. Sam’s back arches and she rolls herself into a more comfortable position in his lap.
“Now, I’m sure you know what to do, darling,” he states with both hands gripping her hips. Slowly she lifts herself slightly up before easing back down. Inch by inch, Sam grows bolder in rising and lowering herself onto him as the pleasure has her stomach knotting in need and her pssy sensitising with need.
Ade groans, he loves watching her breasts bounce with each rise and fall, and her own effort in the task but it’s not enough. The pace is too slow, the sensations not enough to drive him wild. That’s what he craves. That’s what sex with Sam is to him. Wild, passionate and hot.
“Harder, Princess,” he demands, his own hips rising in time with her beats as she tries to keep up.
His strokes in and out, pushes her off balance and she feels herself falling forwards.
Before she collapses completely onto him, her hands move to steady herself using the backboard of the bed.
“Just hold onto that,” demands Ade, his fingers digging into her flesh as he takes charge and pounds at a thunderous pace into her. His mind revels in the soft, tight channel of his fiancé while said fiancé is reduced to a groaning mess. Just as always, she left gasping trying to keep up with him, while her muscles shake and shudder.
With her breasts temptingly jolting at his face, Adrian can’t resist grasping at one and toying with the erect little rose bud.
Sam moans at his fondling. Always, it’s always so intense. She cannot even think straight. She has no idea of anything that’s going on, except that he’s making her feel far too good right now. Her head is dizzy with the overwhelming pleasure bombarding her senses, yet she’s driven by some invisible need to reach her peak. A peak, she knows will have her spiralling down into bright ecstasy, a peak that’s she’s so very close to.
Adrian can sense his own looming orgasm, his balls tightening and the pressure building up until it’s all too much.
“Come,” he grunts to his mate, as his hand strikes solidly across her ripe ass and his strokes quicken.
With just that spank, Sam free-falls off her edge, her body tightening and releasing all the tension from it while bright sparks of colour explode beneath her eyelids. Heaven-she can see heaven because no place on earth could be this pleasurable.
As Sam has her blissful journey, Adrian too feels the explosion of euphoria as he’s milked dry by the sweet hot pssy of his soul-mate.
Both cry out each other’s names in their joy and slowly coming down from the high, their bodies relax.
Carefully, Sam eases Adrian’s flaccid dck from within her as she snuggles into his chest. His arms enclose around her while he places a soft kiss at her slightly sweaty forehead.
“Okay, sweetheart?” he asks.
She turns up to look at him and smiles, “yes, but we are never going that long again without sex or anything sexual.”
“Agreed,” he sincerely replies.
There’s a pause of comfortable silence before Adrian clears his throat and builds up the courage to ask her one of the questions he couldn’t before in front of many strangers.
“Sam…you are positive…about marrying me, right?”
Sam’s head snaps to his, her eyes wide with concern as she nods, “of course! That’s why you proposed isn’t it? To marry…me. Or is it, you know because you want a son-”
“No! I mean yes, I do want children with you but I proposed because I thought…we’d reached that stage. On my behalf I’m sure and I realise that perhaps proposing in a crowd of people may have pressurised you into agreeing. But I sincerely want you to know that-”
“Oh baby, please just shut-up,” grins Sam sealing him off with a kiss. Knowing his reasoning behind the question now has her grinning but honestly, she can’t imagine anyone else she’d rather be married to. Not even if Adam Levine got down on one knee right now.
“But first…answer a question for me,” she demands.
“Yes?”
“Why haven’t you marked me yet?”
Ade pauses trying to come up with a way of explaining it without sounding lunatic. Knowing there’s not really a simple explanation, he sighs before answering.
“Although it’s statistically untrue, I have this notion of marriage being…final. And of course, ‘the bite’ is also irreversible and final. So since I was young, I promised myself I would only mark my mate after our wedding. I know it doesn’t make sense since you are my mate no matter what, but…to me, it’s a vow I have always wanted to keep.”
Sam gazes up at him. Honestly, for her, marriage had seemed like such an impossibility-so far away, that she had never bothered to give much thought to it. The future she had imagined for herself, prior to Adrian consisted of a sperm donor and being a single mother-not marriage and a family. However reconsidering it now, there is a certain appeal to it. But if he considers it a forever kind of deal then, she’s only too glad about that.
“Fine, I guess I’m just going to have to wait until marriage then, tease,” she banters with a mock roll of her eyes.
Adrian pinches her sassy ass in response before growling back, “enjoy it while you can Miss Torres, a few more months and you’re completely mine.”
A/n That was the end chapter-yes! I know! Boo-hoo, I'm sad too but don't worry there will be an epilogue to come-a very special one, just like this one was a special end chapter.
I can't wait to hear what you guys think of this chapter? How was the proposal? The after-math? *wink wink*
Thanks for being so patient guys-it's weird living away from home-you actually have to cook and clean for yourself...