Page 119 of Let's Be Forever

It was scary to trust him in the beginning. I didn’t want to after everything that happened, but I know with certainty there isn’t a thing that man wouldn’t do for us. Even for my sister, who he didn’t get to know until a few months ago.

It’s still a little nerve-wracking—opening up to him again, wanting to be with him forever—but there isn’t anyone I see myself doing life with.

Even when we weren’t together, life didn’t make sense with anyone else. The universe had to know we’d see each other again. There’s no way this all happened by coincidence.

The moment Sylas and Rosie saw each other, they fell in love, and I fell harder for him. I fought it, terrified he’d leave again.I know he won’t now because he’s proven to me time and time again that he’s going to fight for us.

I don’t have any more doubts, and even if I did, everyone around me is constantly letting me know exactly how he feels about us.

“I’m so happy you finally came.” Sylas’s heated gaze sails over my oversized jersey with his number on it. He leans down, mouth over my ear. “I need you to keep this jersey on when we get home.”

My heart thunders, and my face warms. “I’ll think about it.”

“Don’t think about it too hard,” he huskily says.

I bite my lip, doing my best not to smile. Before I’m able to get a word out, Rosie asks Sylas about getting on the ice.

“It’s all she’s been talking about,” I tell him.

He’s beaming, all too excited about knowing that. “Thea is going to love this.”

“Rosie’s going to be a fast learner. She’s a natural on the ice.”

We got home a few minutes ago and now we’re lying on Sylas’s bed. Rosie is in his closet, rummaging through his stuff.

He’s pretty much moved into my bedroom, but he still has a few things in this room.

She should be asleep, but being on the ice gave her energy I didn’t know she was capable of. So we’re letting her be, hoping doing that will eventually tire her out.

“She really—” I stop talking. I sit up and look over at the walk-in closet. “She’s really quiet.”

He stands, quietly padding over to the closet, and when he sees what she’s doing, he rushes over.

“What did she grab?” I get up, following behind him.

Sylas slams one of the drawers shut. Spinning around, he garbles, “Nothing. It’s uh…nothing.”

My brows knit at his reaction. “Why are you being weird?” I approach him.

He stands in front of the drawer, trying to appear indifferent. “I’m not. I just—I—it’s nothing.”

Rosie moves on to the next drawer, rummaging through it.

“Sylas.” I stand in front of him, bending to try to open it, but he blocks me. “What are you hiding?”

He stares at me for a long beat then blows out a resigned breath. “You are the love of my life.”

I don’t think he’s done anything wrong, but I can’t help but feel skeptical. “If there’s a thong in there or?—”

Sylas laughs, shaking his head before he sobers. “I didn’t want to give this to you now, but…” He drops to his knee, opens the drawer, and pulls out a red velvet box. His fingers quiver, and his cheeks turn pink. “This is for you. It has been since…”

I stagger back, my eyes bulging when he opens the box. Inside is a round green emerald, surrounded by small diamonds set in a gold band.

I remember we talked about what kind of wedding ring I’d love to wear, going so far as to design it. He was adamant he wanted to get me something I’d love and he…wow. I’m speechless. This is far prettier than I ever imagined.

“No you didn’t.” My eyes are pricking with tears. “You’ve had this for years? So before you broke up with me?”

I know what the answer is, but I need to ask. I need to hear him say it.