Chapter 70: Will you be my woman?
"The truth is, Angel," Tryson said, his voice thick with emotion, his eyes locked onto hers with an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine.
"I’ve spent so much time thinking about my life, about the reckless choices I’ve made—some of them so wild, so thoughtless, that they could have destroyed everything between us. But now, I see things clearly. I know what I want, what I need—what I refuse to let slip away."
He took a deep breath, his fingers twitching at his sides as if restraining himself from reaching out.
"And that, Angel, is you. I want you. I want to wake up knowing you’re the first thing on my mind and the last thing in my heart before I sleep. I want to close my eyes and find you there, always. I want you closer than breath itself."
At that moment, Angel felt her world tilt, her heart pounding so fiercely it was deafening. A sharp gasp escaped her lips as she pressed trembling hands over her mouth, trying to contain the whirlwind of emotions crashing over her.
Tears welled in her eyes, slipping down her cheeks before she could stop them. Overwhelmed, shaken, and utterly breathless, she realized—this moment, this confession—it was everything.
Angel could hardly believe what was happening.
She had always known that no matter the proposal, her answer would be yes—but hearing Tryson speak those words with such tenderness, such raw sincerity, made her heart ache in ways she never expected.
Why did he have to say it so sweetly? Why did his voice have to carry that warmth, that unwavering devotion?
Tears welled in her eyes, swelling like an unrelenting tide, threatening to spill at any moment.
She was utterly lost in the reality unfolding before her—Tryson, the man she had loved, was truly asking for forever.