perfectly, like the wrapping on a Christmas present. With a tilt of his head, his eyes met hers and one corner of his mouth slowly pulled up.
Griffin was undeniably sexy, and seeing him reminded Keira of their week in Bora Bora, a week she considered to be the best of her life. She smiled back at him as she exited the elevator and walked towards him like he was a beacon drawing her in.
"I know you're not here to see me," he said, "but there are a lot of things I need to say to you. Things I should have said before, a long time ago."
"Like what?" she asked.
Keira was aware that Walt was standing in his office doorway watching them. It didn't surprise her that he told his son she was coming, what surprised her was that Griffin must have told him something about their time together. She didn't think she mattered that much to him despite how he had left.
In the back of her mind, she was still that nerdy little girl ogling him. She didn't see herself as he did.
"Do you remember that Valentine's Day that you got a card from a secret admirer?" he asked.
"The Snoopy card?" She would never admit it, but she still had that card in her memory chest. It was the first Valentine she got that wasn't from a friend. "How did you know about that? Did my mom say something?"
He grinned at her while she connected the dots. She shook her head in confusion.
"But why? I don't understand. Why would you do that? That's mean. That was my first real Valentine's Day card. I thought someone really liked me."
He touched her cheek while he laughed softly.
"Someone did really like you," he said. "It wasn't a joke or anything mean. I was too young and stupid to say anything to you then, but I thought you were too pretty and too smart for me."
"Give me a break. How could you think that? You're full of it."
"Think about it. You were there at all my tutoring sessions. You learned what I was learning at the same time. It didn't matter that you were a few years younger, all that mattered to me was that you were you."
"But it makes no sense," she said. "I mean all those years we were apart, even before then, you dated constantly. If I meant that much to you, why didn't you just ask me out?"
"I dated so much because I was trying to forget about you. And by the time I was old enough to feel comfortable in my own skin, you were gone."
Keira was so confused, she didn't know what to think anymore. She believed every word he said, but it was too much to process at once. She made her plans, she figured out her life on her own and in her own terms, and now here was someone who just a month ago was asking her to move in with him.
"That day I arrived at Bora Bora when I saw you at the end of the pier, something called out to me. I knew then you were mine, and I didn't even know it was you. We were meant to be together, Keira."
"But none of this is how I planned," she said more out of habit than anything. "It's not how you planned it either."
The longer they spoke, the more Keira thought about the what ifs. What if he doesn't want children. What if he finds out I'm pregnant and changes his mind about me?
Deep down, she knew the answers to her what ifs. She knew she was just freaking out, but she couldn't help herself anymore. The test in her purse was like a ticking time bomb and if she didn't find out the answer soon, she was going to do the exploding.
"Not everything needs to be planned. Our meeting last month wasn't planned. None of what we did was planned. And you know what? To show you how serious I am about you, here's something else that isn't planned." He lowered himself down to one knee and took Keira's hand. "Will you marry me?"
Every single cell in her screamed ‘Yes!’ Here he was, the guy, down on one knee, and she didn't know what to do. Should she say yes? That was crazy. Who did anything so impulsive?
Her eyes met his, and for a moment she was lost. She would have run away with him to collect garbage on the side of the road if that's
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