I keep shaking my head, disbelief flooding me. “You don’t know what you’re saying. Do you even know what it takes to make a decision like this, to get board approval? Besides, I’m still your girlfriend and we don’t even share the same—”
“You’re still my girlfriend,” he repeats, and this time, a smirk tugs at the corner of his lips.
Before I can respond, he pushes his chair back and drops to one knee. I freeze.
He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small box.
My breath catches.
Slowly, he opens it and inside lies a ring.
And just like that, my knees go weak. I crumble into a laugh-cry, my hand shooting to my mouth.
“Oh my God, Braydon,” I choke out.
So this is why. This is why he’s been so goddamn nervous. He’s been carrying this ring and this entire plan, all week, right in f
