Chapter 44
Okay..
So he's proposing now?
Right now?
"Brenna?" Dougie looked up at me.
How long have I been standing like this?
"Brenna, the ground is cold. My knee is cold. The weight on my knee is hurting." He grimaced, still trying to smile.
Oh god.
He actually expects an answer.
He's really not joking around.
He's serious.
He wants to marry me.
"You want to marry me?" I choke. What? I had to ask. Okay. He's giving me that look. You know… The one where he's trying to tell me I look like a headless turkey by raising his eyebrows at me.
"Yes, that was the general idea. Hence going down on the one knee and…. Bugger… I.. Hold on…" Dougie sighed, letting go of my hand and fumbling in his jacket pocket. "I put it in here this morning…"
"Put what in there?" I asked, blinking when I see flashes in front of me..
"Doug, the paps…" I push his chin up with my index finger, so he faces me again. He smiles and opens out his hand in front of me. A small ring sitting neatly in his palm. Silver. Intricately carved with small diamonds on the top. Simple, but oh so gorgeous. "You brought a ring…"
Wow.
"I brought a ring." He grinned. "For you."
"It's pretty." I giggled sheepishly.
"Well you can wear it if you say yes." He stood up.
He's dangerously close now.
I step forward so I'm flat up against him, still not breaking eye contact.
This is torture for him.
I can tell.
I lean forward, my lips meeting his, both our lips curved, smiling in to a rather delicious kiss. It's like eating chocolate cake, I swear. Actually, I wouldn't mind some choccie cake right now. I feel Doug slip the ring on to my finger, and I pull away.
"I don't recall hearing myself say yes.." I speak.
"But it was so much effort to slide the f*cker on. And do you really want to take it off? It just adds to your f*ckability rating." He laughs lightly.
"Guess I'll just have to be Mrs. Poynter then.. Bummer.." I smile goofily..
"Is it just me, or did you say yes?" Dougie smiled.
At least, I think that's what he said..
His lips were kind of pressed to mine as he mumbled something.
And I'm pretty sure those were the words he mumbled.
He pulls away from me and looks down in to my eyes.
Yes.
You may gather that he's currently on top of me.
No, not in that way.
You dirty minded people.
As If I would possibly talk about such things in detail….
"Don't let me shrivel up." I spoke.
"Umm.. Okay.." He looked at me. The headless turkey look again, I think. "Should I ask?"
"Well, I'd like a sex life." I replied. "Because mum had no sex for like 16 years after she had me."
"Well, you're kind of not your mum, and you don't have your grandma on your back twenty four seven hoping for your hymen to sew itself together again so you'll always be the virginal nun-like daughter she always dreamed of." Dougie beamed at me.
Well that's one way of putting it…
"And anyway.." He kissed me repeatedly. "I'm horny all the time. You wont have chance to 'shrivel' up"
"And for that, I love you" I shimmied down on the bed, snuggling in to the pillow. These things are comfortable. Really, they are. "Do you think Mrs. will make me sound old?"
"Shut up." He smiled. "Stop asking questions.."
"But.."
"Shush"
"But I.."
"What did I just say?"
"You said…"
"Brenna!"
"Sorry."
"Now f*ck me"
Cheeky b*****d