Fractured Souls (Perfectly Imperfect, #6)

by Neva Altaj

“What would you have done if I picked the wrong box?” I ask. “You could never pick wrong, baby.” “I could have taken the crunchy cereal.” His palm strokes my back as he laughs. “You hate crunchy cereal.” “Yes, but what if I decided to give it another try?” He just shrugs. I lean away and stare at him as realization forms in my brain. “You didn’t.” “What?” I narrow my eyes at him. “Put me down.” “Why?” “I need to check something.” As my feet touch the ground, I turn toward the counter where the other four cereal boxes are lined up. I take the first one, the one with honey, and open it. A red velvet box sits on top of the cereal bag. When I open it, I find a ring identical to the one on my finger nested on the white silk cushion. I leave the jewelry box on the island and grab the next cereal box. And the next. The box of crunchy cereal I leave for last. I never would have picked the crunchy one, Pasha knows that very well, but when I open it, the jewelry box is in that one, as well. I put it on the counter next to the other four. He had hidden a ring in each one. I feel arms wrapping around my waist as Pasha leans on me from behind, but I don’t turn. I can’t take my eyes off the four extra jewelry boxes holding identical rings. “Why?” I whisper. His hold around my middle tightens. “Because I needed you to understand.” “What, Pasha?” “That as far as I’m concerned, you can’t make a wrong decision, baby.” A kiss lands at the top of my head. “Even if it’s just picking the cereal...