I'm not gonna snoop. I'm just not.

Although, God, it's tempting. If he is going to propose soon, I want it to be a surprise. At least I know it's not going to be tonight, because it would be completely awkward to propose at another person's wedding. Unless he got permission from Alice, which I could totally see her being down for because that's the kind of gracious person she is.

Now I'm nervous. Not because I don't want to spend the rest of my life with him. Of course I want that. I can see it so easily too—having two rambunctious kids, spending Sunday dinners with his family. We wouldn't move out to the suburbs of Chicago—that's not really us—but maybe buy a more kid-friendly place in the city. He'd continue his marketing career, and I'd maybe take a step back from my position at the Tribune before moving on to freelancing. Our life would be filled with tender kisses and so much love that I wouldn't know what to do with it all.

And yet I'm nervous about being proposed to in a room full of people; having all eyes on me.

I decide I need to stop thinking about it and start getting ready. I shower a little longer than usual, shaving my legs while my conditioning hair mask works it's magic. I let my hair mostly air-dry before blowing the dryer through it, just to smooth it down a little. And then I run a wand through sections of my hair, giving it enough curl that by the time it falls, it'll still be wavy.

I go a little heavy on the makeup, since this is a formal event. I add some false lashes and some red lipstick that pops against the cream of my skin. When all is said and done I still look like myself, just a better version.

I hold off on changing, not wanting to wrinkle the silk of my dress before I have to.

My phone rings, and I follow the sound across the room. My screen is lit up with a picture of Edward, and I smile.

"Hey, you."

"Hey. I'm just finishing up at the venue, but I should be back home in about half an hour."

"Sounds good."

"Are you gonna be ready?"

"Yep. I was just about to throw some stuff into a bag."

"Okay, good." He pauses, voice lowering. "I can't wait to see you in that dress."

My insides warm. "Maybe if you get here sooner than expected, you can watch me put it on? Or maybe I'll hold off on putting it on and you can watch me do something else?"

He groans. "Please, stop. I can't think about you naked and touching yourself with my dad twenty feet from me."

"Then don't think about me touching myself. I'd rather have your hands on me, anyway."

"Baby," he says in a warning tone.

I laugh into the phone. "Fine. I'll play nice."

"I'll see you soon. Love you."

"Love you, too."

We hang up and I head to the walk-in closet to grab an overnight bag. We don't need much, mostly clothes for tomorrow and whatever toiletries we'll use.

I toss the bag on the floor and move toward the dresser, hesitating before opening his top drawer. I think about Rose, and her suggestion to snoop. But I'm not snooping—I'm packing. Something he asked me to do. If he were hiding anything it would be incredibly silly to ask me to go through his drawers.

Sliding it open, I grab a pair of his briefs, gaze bouncing around the contents of the drawer but not actually touching anything else. I close it, and move onto the next, pulling out a casual button-down and a pair of jeans that look so damn good on him. I don't find anything that would be considered a jewelry box, but that's good. I didn't want to, in the sense that I'm not trying to spoil anything for myself.

When it's close to two, I hear Edward walk through the door. He calls out my name, and I yell back that I'm in the room. He's mid-sentence when he rounds the corner, but stops when he sees me sitting up on the bed. His eyes darken, mouth hangs open just a little. I might've purposely held off on getting dressed just to see that look on his face.

"I thought you were going to play nice?" he asks, voice low and sexy.

"This is nice."

He moves closer to the bed, still watching, not touching.

"You're a cruel woman," he muses, the corner of his mouth tugging into a small smirk.

Dropping to his knees, he pulls me down to the edge of the mattress and stares up at me. He nudges my legs open just a bit, pressing kisses from my knee to my inner thigh.

"We don't have time…" he breathes out, fingers digging into my skin. "Fuck."

"We don't have to be there until three," I murmur, but part of me is kind of worried about my hair and makeup getting ruined. We aren't gentle with one another, and I'm kinda regretting starting this when we might not be able to finish. "You know we can be quick when we want."

"But there are so many things I want to do to you."

My chest heaves and I lean back, propped up by elbows. "Like what?"

"Well. First I'd kiss my way up to you." He kisses a trail up to my center, and blows warm breath on me. "Then I'd probably use my mouth to make you feel good." He does, lowering his head and working his mouth.

"Fuck," I groan. "Yeah. That would be a good start."

"And then I might add a finger or two," he mumbles, sliding one into me and I moan. "But only a second finger after you make that sound."

"Uh huh. Good, good. What else?" I ask, still watching his head between my legs.

"I might keep my mouth on you for a bit," he says, sucking a little more. "But not too long because I know you'll come soon, and there's something else I wanna do."

"Oh, God."

He brings me just to the brink, then stops. My arms are shaking, my stomach clenching as I keep myself propped up, not wanting to fuck-up my hair.

"Now what?"

He sits next to me on the bed, kissing my mouth, but not as hard as I want him to.

"Now I'm gonna fuck you."

He quickly strips out of his clothes, flipping me over so I'm on my hands and knees. His mouth is on me again, and my body shakes. He's not there long enough before I feel the tip of him press against me, slowly sliding in. We groan out in unison. His movements are slow for a few pumps, but then he thrusts against me, gripping my hips so hard.

We move against one another, and I'm already so close. But when he leans over, pressing his chest to my back, and brings a hand around to rub me, that's when I lose it.

"Fuck, fuck," I moan, dropping my arms and pressing my face into the mattress, crying out.

"Fuck, I love you," he grits out, and I feel his release follow.

He stays in me for a moment, and we catch our breath.

"See?" I say as he kisses my shoulder. "Told you we can be quick."

I'm having too much fun. Thanks for reading!