The solution is burning a hole in my pocket. I practically rip the velvet box free from its hiding spot. Presley watches my movements without blinking. I’m certain there’s cautious optimism floating in the atmosphere. Maybe that’s just the playlist reverberating in my mind. Her lashes begin to flutter, framing the surprise with sheer wonder. “What are you doing?” “Something I can’t stop thinking about. Something I should’ve done years ago.” I lower to one knee, snatching her left hand on my descent. “Making you mine. Completely and officially and for always.”
