SNEAK PEEK - Part 5

Crash

Fuck. My hands are trembling. I shake them out and go back to the guitar, but I'm fumbling. I know she's coming out here soon, and she knows security will be pushed back by then. There's nothing else to stop us. And no reason to do anything but focus on each other.

I shift in my seat and feel the bulge of the item in my back pocket that wasn't there an hour ago. I was going to wait, but I've decided not to. There's no doubt in my mind. The ring box is really uncomfortable to sit on though, so on a whim, I pull it out, take the ring out of it, and put it in my pocket, throwing the box into the drawer of a little unit next to the chair I'm sitting in.

The ring is the same ring I gave her three years ago. I debated about getting a new one. A fresh start. But when I thought about it, it seemed silly. Sure, that ring took us through one of the hardest years of both our lives. But we got through it. And then the last year...