Chapter 130
Grace wrapped her legs around my waist, and I carried her inside. I was ecstatic that she had said yes, but her cold skin was seeping through my lorkes making me feel bad that I had chosen to do this in the beginning of winter on a mountain. I thought she would enjoy the view with the snow, but the war. so cold from even those few minutes, 1 worried I had made a mistake..
I took us right to the fireside picnic. I kicked the cushions as close to it as I could without catching them on fire. I wasn’t even sure Grate knew what was going on until we sat down because her face had been buried so deep in my neck.
“What’s this?” She asked, looking around at the picnic blanket, basket and cushions I had had Leon set up while we were outside.
“An indoor picnic,” I answered as she tried to pull away, but I didn’t let her. “Not yet. You’re freezing.”
“Rhysss,” She groaned in exasperation.
I gave her a big squeeze and then gave in when I felt a prickle of anxiety through the bond.
“Thank you,” She said quietly, crawling onto her own floor cushion. “This looks amazing. But how? It wasn’t like this when we went outside…”
“Leon helped me set it up before he left for his post. I figured it was about time I took my girl on a date, since I’m literally marrying you.” I teased.
“Oh.” Grace looked up in surprise, the word escaping her lips before she could stop it.
“What?” I asked, wondering what warranted such a reaction.
“I just didn’t realize we had never been on date,” She answered, a slight blush creeping into her cheeks. “I kinda forgot about that being like a thing.”
I frowned. “What do you mean?” I questioned.
She looked at me like a deer in headlights as she grappled for words that I wasn’t sure I’d understand.
“I mean, we skipped this part. The getting to really know each other and the favorites. We just skipped right to the physical stuff and mortal danger rescues. But what if you regret that down the line? What if you decide that you actually hate who I am because we skipped the dates?”
I frowned. I had just asked this girl to marry me, and she was worried that I would regret it? Regret her? Feelings were new to me, and I knew they were new to her to, but I had no idea how to make her see that it didn’t matter. That no one had ever made me feel anything before in any of the ways she had. She lit up my entire world. Without her, I wouldn’t have ever found the light. Why didn’t she get that?
“I’m sorry,” She blurted out when I took too long to answer. “I shouldn’t have said anything.”
“No.” I stopped her right there before she could go any further. “No. I want you tell me every thought that crosses the pretty little head of yours. We might have skipped the dating portion of our relationship, but I could never regret you. We haven’t specifically dated… But we have spent ample hours together, more than just sharing a bed. I might not have known your favorite color was yellow. But I know your favorite food so far is chicken noodle soup without the carrots. I know that you like to sleep on your side, and you hate sleeping on your back. I know that when you’re sad, you tend to isolate instead of talk about it. I know that your right wrist never fully healed, even after all this time, even if you’ve never once told me that. And I know you have 209 scars on your back alone. I didn’t have to date you, Grace, to know you. To know that you are the one for me. And I can’t wait to get to know you as you learn yourself.”
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
