Tripping

Chapter 3: Nathans's POV

Nathan

I'm nervous. I'm never nervous with Mia. She's everything to me, I know this, she knows this, everyone knows it. She's my World. Mine. Nathan Resse's future wife, soulmate, best friend, everything. She likes to tell me she's the Hailey to my Nathan, whatever that means, as long as they got a happy ending like Mia and I will, they can be whoever.

So I don't know why I'm nervous, the ring in my pocket suddenly feeling so heavy, patiently waiting for my dumbass to just ask her.

I'm reminded of when Ricky met up with me a month ago to buy the ring when I lied to Mia about why I had to be in New York. He didn't fail to remind me continuously how pussy whipped I am. It all started when I finally found the one and started tearing up.

Mia doesn't know Ricky came out with me to buy the ring, though I know she would be upset knowing I got to visit Ricky without her.

Ricky came over for Canada Day this year to celebrate with our family and some guys from our team after the season was over. That was the last time Mia saw him. After his career ended I felt so guilty and wanted to be there to support him. He has turned into such a great friend to us and never once showed that he held his career-ending injury against me. Mia and Ricky have created such a great bond too. Ricky is our senior of 11 years so we always take his advice, whether it is about life or hockey he always knows what to say.

That's why I asked him how I should do this. I knew I wanted to propose to Mia while on our off-season trip, which is where we are right now. Santorini, Greece. We just got back from dinner and Mia suggested a night swim in our villa's private pool. How could I ever say no?

She's already in her lavender-coloured two-piece bikini that leaves little to imagination. I'm here watching her step into the water waiting for her to let me know if the temperature is warm enough since it's nighttime. Though all she is accomplishing is giving me a hard-on with my dick pressed up against the ring in my pocket. I was supposed to ask her when we were out for dinner but then I overheard people talking about how there were fireworks tonight over the water and I wanted to ask her before the show started.

I know everything and anything about Mia, but one thing I know for sure is that she is a sap for fireworks. My cute, little, sensitive girl cries when she sees fireworks. That's how much she loves them. So I knew this would be better and more intimate.

"You coming or what?" Mia asks me with a little mischief in her voice. Sensitive and cute she is but when she's horny there is no doubting that she turns into my own little vixen. And right now I can see it in her eyes how badly she wants me.

"Should I even bother putting on my swim shorts?" I question her.

She places her slender fingers under her chin pretending to think hard on what to say to me.

"Hmmm...no," she finally confesses. She sends me a wink over her shoulder standing up on the ledge of the pool to give me a glimpse of her sweet, sweet ass through her thong bikini bottoms.

Even though she told me not to change, I don't really feel like asking her to marry me with my dick out. I head into our room and change in record time, throwing on my black swim trunks that are a bit on the shorter side. Mia got me these this past Christmas because she said 'They show all my favourite tattoos you have on your hip bone and thighs. And that V line that I love to kiss that leads to your dick which I like to kiss even more.'

Vixen, I'm telling you.

I find the champagne in the ice bucket that I got the hotel to send up sitting on our dresser, thinking what I should do with the ring now. Ricky and I never discussed this version of my proposal and I don't want to waste any more time away from my girl by calling and asking him.