DAMIAN
I looked up the stairs, checking to see if she was heading down the stairs. She wasn't. Not yet.
What a surprise she would get tonight, I thought.
With what was no doubt a goofy smile on my face, I touched the ring safely nestling in a box deep in the linings of my pocket. It felt like lead was there, a pound of it. I felt my smile slip a little bit as I thought of what this night would bring. I was nervous as hell about proposing to Amelia even though I was entirely sure that she would not refuse me. I wanted to do it right. I wanted the moment to be perfect for the both of us. Sighing, I willed my lips to speak the right words when the time came to declare my love for her, to ask her to marry me.
Perhaps a simple 'I love you. Will you marry me?' would be best.
Or not. The dir
