Page 20 of Eff Marry Kill

"All of it."

"Yes, I'll move in with you. Yes, I'll marry you." Her arms loop around my shoulders, her lips curving into a smile. "I love you."

I tip my head back to meet her gaze, needing her to see me. "This isn't love, Nova," I whisper, my voice shaking. "What I feel for you is whatever comes after that. I worship you, Starlight. I swear to you, I always will."

She places her palm against my cheek, her expression soft. "Does worship come with breakfast?"

"Yes."

"What about underwear?"

"Hell no," I growl, lifting her from the island into my arms. "The movers lost those."

"You better be kidding, Huxley."

I am. The movers didn't lose them. I hid them in the attic. But that's for me to know and her to never find out.

I carry her out of the kitchen into the guest bedroom, sitting her on the bed. "Stay right there."

She cocks her head to the side, eyeing me sideways, but she doesn't immediately hop up or tell me to go fuck myself. Instead, she watches me curiously as I cross into the closet, searching for the box I hid on the top shelf yesterday.

My hands don't shake at all as I pull it down, hiding it behind my back. They don't even shake when I sink to my knees in front of her, staring up at her.

"I meant what I said," I murmur softly, watching her face. "I want everything, baby girl, and I don't want to wait. I don't give a shit if this is too fast or if the whole world thinks we're crazy. I've been sure about you since we met. That isn't going to change."

Her expression goes soft.

"I love you, Nova." I hold the box out between us, flipping open the lid.

Her eyes go wide, and she gasps. "Huxley…"

"I've been hanging onto this for months, just waiting for you to realize you want the same things." I swallow hard. "Did you really think I'd ask you to marry me without a ring, Starlight?"

"I…I…"

I slip it from the box before reaching for her hand. "Make me the happiest man on the planet, baby girl. Marry me."

For the first time since I've known her, Nova is utterly speechless, tears in her eyes, her hands shaking. She stares at the four-carat diamond for a long moment—long enough to make me fucking nervous—and then meets my gaze and nods once.

"I need the words," I rasp.

"Yes," she mouths. "Yes."

I slip it onto her finger, my heart pulsing. My lips brush it, a current of emotion running through me. Christ, this is even better than I imagined.

"It's so beautiful," she whispers, looking up at me. "It's perfect, Hux." Her bottom lip quivers. "Thank you for loving me. Thank you for not giving up on me. Thank you for choosing me."

Jesus.

I launch at her, tackling her backward on the bed.

"Hux!" she gasps, shocked, her hands flying to my hair.

"Worship comes with orgasms, too," I growl, already kissing up her body. "So many orgasms, Starlight."

She moans softly, melting beneath me.

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