The Leverage

Chapter Eleven

A/N: Here's a quick little chapter that will lead up to a very exciting one, which will hopefully be longer. I'm looking forward to it! I really wanted to get something up now though. Let me know your thoughts, and thanks so much for reading and for your patience! I appreciate it so much and am ready to start writing the next longer part.

Enjoy.

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"Ally, will you marry me?"

My mind immediately starts spinning, as the science of life shatters to leave me breathless yet still breathing in nearly panting gasps of disbelief. Surely, I heard Trevor wrong, right? He would never in a million years ask me to marry him. Trevor is Trevor, for crying out loud. The unemotional bad boy/murderer who somehow cares for me deeply, yet has never hinted at our future in any sort of way to the magnitude of this.

Though, as much as I try to convince myself that Trevor has to be joking, I can't help but feel every fiber of my being hoping that he is sincere. Is that crazy? Am I actually considering an engagement to my kidnapper? This is absurd. Totally and completely wrong, unnatural. Probably downright sinful. Yet, I can't help the betraying smile that takes form over my lips. Maybe it's wrong to feel this way, but I am gloating in the thought of a life forever with Trevor. In all honesty, how else should I feel?

I'm in love with Trevor. I have been in love with Trevor for what feels like a lifetime by now. My love for him won't change or disappear if it hasn't yet, when we've already survived trips to hell and back. An engagement simply makes that love I have for him official. It creates a bond even stronger than what we already have. How could that be wrong? Besides the details of our relationship, like the fact that Trevor is my abductor. But never mind that.

"Ally?" Trevor asks me gently, a small smile still sketched lightly on his lips as he brings me back to some sort of realm of reality. I haven't exactly replied to his heart stop, life altering question that will seal my fate. A good fate, though.

"Yes," is my immediate answer, knowing that every thought of mine will end up confirming the same thing — marrying Trevor would be answered yes every time — wrong or not. "Yes, I will marry you, Trevor."

I try not to immaturely squeal in happiness since that might be inappropriate, but a gleeful sound of some sort escapes behind my smile.

Trevor glances down at his hands, almost in relief before he holds my gaze again. His hands push open the small box in his hands, and my breath is robbed from my throat yet again. As perfect as can be, is a shining diamond ring glistening in all of its gorgeous glory, begging for me to reach for it. In all of the times I'd imagined my engagement ring or awed over someone else's, I had never seen one quite like this. None of them were so perfectly right like this one.

I offer my slightly shaking hand to Trevor across the table, and he holds mine gently with calmed hands as he slips the cool band around my slender finger.

"I love it," I sigh, gazing at the beauty of the ring and of the love story it represents. As it settles into place proudly and flawlessly, I feel the sudden urge to break into tears. Happy tears, I decide, as I am suddenly imagining an impossible future of perfection with the man beside me. I see us waking up happily in love in each others arms back at his apartment in Reno, and I see him smiling at me after walking through the door after a long day apart. I can see us laughing together, and I can imagine us growing up and growing old by each others sides.