“My sisters already thought the worst of me; I only confirmed things in their minds. I know what I did was wrong, but there is nothing I wouldn’t do for you.” “I’m not letting you off the hook, if that’s what you’re thinking. As a matter of fact I’m sinking the hook in a little further.” He shifted uncomfortably at her words since that didn’t sound at all good. It sounded a lot like he was about to get lambasted again. She twisted her hands again, and his eyes fixed on them. She was nervous, and everything was his fault so he would stand here and listen to whatever she needed to say to him then he would go see her tomorrow just so he could hear it again and then again the day after that then so on and so on until she felt like he endured enough penance. Then maybe, just maybe, she would give him another chance with no lies left between them. “I’ve decided there really is only one way you can make this up to me.” One way? That sounded shorter than his plan—shorter was better. “What’s that?” “Well, after thinking about the past few years, I’ve decided the only thing you did that really hurt me was making me have to live without you. The only way you can truly make that up to me is to marry me.” “Come again?” he asked, completely floored. “It’s the answer to everything. Plus I just really want to be married to you.” “Are you shitting me?” he asked through numb lips. She started twisting her fingers again, and all the feeling returned to his extremities as he realized she really was serious. She wanted to marry him, and wouldn’t you know it, he wanted to marry her too. “You’re right. I’ll never learn my lesson unless you marry me. I think it should be soon too. Like tomorrow. I think you need to start punishing me right away.” “You think of being married to me as punishment?” He nodded at her question. “Uh-huh, I think you should spank me too.” She reached out pinching his side until he twisted away. “Okay, ow ow. I was joking.” He snagged her hand pulling her flush against him. “I was serious about marrying you tomorrow though. I’m not letting you slip away from me again. I’ve spent too many years secretly wishing you were mine for that.” A dreamy look appeared on her face. “Really?” “Good grief, what the hell is wrong with you woman? Are you blind?” “You know better than anyone that there is a four-eyed little girl inside of me,” she joked. He dropped his forehead to hers and stared down into her eyes. “I know no such thing. You’ve always been perfect to me.” THE END
ABOUT THE AUTHOR Charity Parkerson is an award winning and multi-published author with Ellora's Cave Publishing, Midnight Books, and Punk & Sissy Publications. Born with no filter from her brain to her mouth, she decided to take this odd quirk and insert it in her characters. *2013 Readers' Favorite Award winner *ARRA Finalist for Favorite Paranormal Romance *Five-time winner of The Mistress of the Darkpath *Named one of the top 10 best books by an Indie author in 2011- Paranormal Reads Reviews *Best Paranormal Romance of 2012- Paranormal Reads Reviews *Quoted in the Sydney Morning Herald as an authority on Independent Publishing. Connect with her online: --Website: charityparkerson.com --Facebook: facebook.com/authorCharityParkerson facebook.com/TheMenofSin --Twitter: twitter.com/CharityParkerso Check out fan based products: http://www.zazzle.com/afanofsin Additional Links: Amazon Barnes & Noble Smashwords Punk & Sissy Publications Ellora’s Cave