Charis
Inside was a ring, an expensive one.
The band was white gold, delicate and elegant. Set in the centre was a deep blue sapphire, surrounded by a halo of small diamonds that caught the light and sparkled like stars. It was beautiful.
"This isn't an engagement ring," Marcus said quickly, seeing my panicked expression. "I'm not asking you to marry me. But I am asking you to be mine. My girlfriend. Officially."
I stared at him, my mind completely blank. "I... I can't..."
"I know you have this thing with Rhett and Slater and Kael, and it seems there's no headway", Marcus continued, still on one knee, still holding up that ridiculous, beautiful ring. "I know it's complicated. But I don't care about complicated. I care about you. And I'm willing to fight for you. To be patient. To prove that I deserve a chance."
"Marcus, please get up—"
