Amara Brady, the schools nerd, her name unknown to any normal persons ears. Straight A's and perfect homework, but what if it's just a coverup?
Outside of school Amara faces her abusive parents at different homes and a life of street fighting. Sh...
Kingston waits as my brain slowly processes his question. Nothing moves, nothing speak. I don't think I'm breathing. My heart is racing so fast I can't feel it, my body shaking as I sob again.
Shock.
Love.
Surprise.
All of those words are an understatement to what is crashing through my body.
My hands are shaking over my mouth, tears trailing down my skin. Emotions overwhelming my body.
"Y—Yes. Yes, god yes Kingston. Yes I'll marry you!" I choke out, my voice cracking with my emotions. Tears stream relentlessly down my face.
His face lights up and he lets out a huge sigh of relief, a large smile coating his face, his eyes shining as he rises up off his knee and pulls the ring out of the box, sliding it onto my ring finger with the older band.
He wraps his arms around me, pulling my lips to his in deep kiss that has my heart dropping to my feet and my pulse skyrocketing. My hands go to his chest, gripping the cotton button up shirt tightly in my hands as I draw back, running my lips along his, a sob leaving me "Amara Grey. Kingston's fiancée," a wobbly smile spreads on my lips as my bottom lip quivers.
His fingers grip my chin, tilting my head up "My soon-to-be wife," he murmurs, voice thick and raspy with emotion as he slams our lips together again, wrapping his arms further around me as mine latch around his neck.
This is the best day of my life.
I'm going to marry the love of my life. I get to pick out a wedding dress. We get to pick a venue. His family gets to be there. I get to walk down the isle to him. Kingston. My fiancé.
I glance down at my ring, a beautiful one at that. Stunning. He made it for me. I knew he would never go simple. But it's not disappointing. Hell no. I could use it as a disco ball it's that big and beautiful.
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The soft pads of his thumbs swipe across my cheeks, wiping the tears away with emotions swirling in those gray eyes I get to wake up to for the rest of my life. My eyes look back up at him, unable to stop the thousands of emotions hitting me all at once.
"Stop crying baby," he chokes out emotionally, "You're going to make me cry my love." I can't help it I want to tell him but a golf ball is lodged in my throat.
Since my voice is unusable, I grip his shirt in my hands and yank his lips back to mine, shoving my fingers into his hair and tasting him on my tongue.
The wind whips at my face as Kingston grabs my waist and picks me up, twirling me around in the air with his lips pressed against mine.
Once my feet are back on the sand he slowly pulls his mouth from mine, pressing our foreheads together as he breathes heavily. A content smile on his face.
