26
Emma
I sigh, turning over to look at Jameson. It’s really late, or maybe really early. The street lamp outside casts its glow onto his face, the blinds on the window causing it to fall in little stripes.
The light catches my engagement ring as I turn, throwing rainbows on the bed. I bite my lip. I’m still not used to the idea of belonging to him, or of wearing his ring.
I scrunch up my face at the ring. Not that anyone could possibly make me take it off or anything… but I have to wonder what Asher will say. Or my parents.
Or anyone, really. I mean, I haven’t tried to not tell anyone. It’s just been a challenge to leave the bedroom for the last couple of days. Every time I get up, Jameson pulls me back in with a lure that works every time.
I blush, recalling all the hours of hot, s
