“Fuck yes, baby. I’ll marry the fuck out of you and make you my husband today if you want.” His grin nearly blinds me as he slips the ring onto my finger. The inside is engraved with a fucking lotus flower and N X B. “Good.” He lifts my hand to his mouth and kisses my knuckles over the ring. “I’m supposed to be the one who proposes,” I grumble while slipping his ring onto his finger. “I hate you for beating me to this.” “You pursued me in the beginning. I had to be the one who proposed first.”
