Chapter 59: A Terrible Cook
Lizzie
You know that moment when you’re floating in the warm, hazy afterglow of something perfect—heart still racing, body still buzzing, every nerve singing because you just gave someone everything and it felt right?
Yeah. That exact second. And then, BOOM.
Life hits you with a freight train. Or in this case, Reese.
That freight train was Reese’s marriage proposal. A full-on, no-warning, ring-less but somehow still devastating blow straight to the chest.
I was still on my knees in the middle of the room, naked, skin sticky with his c*m drying on my breasts and chin, mouth still tasting like him, when the words left his lips.
Let's get married.
I never saw it coming. Not in a million years. Not even in the wildest, most reckless corners of my ima
