Chapter 18
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Sitting around the living room with a the couches entirely occupied, the 22
boys try to explain what we walked in on.
"They said I couldn't protect you-"
"No, we said we had to make sure you could protect her," Arobynn corrects.
Stark rolls his eyes and continues.
"Anyway, we split up into teams like we were playing football and... You were
the football."
"Or the pillow in this case," Grey teases.
"Yes, you were the pink pillow, but you didn't let us figure out if he could get to
the end zone and keep 'you' safe!"
My eyes nearly roll to the back of my head with the stupidity in the room.
"Archer is gone. I don't need protection."
The guilty looks are back and I know it's only because I brought up my ex. It
does occur to me that he could heal up and come back for revenge, but I
doubt he will.
He's been humiliated and he'd be an i***t to try anything. Again.
As far as I'm concerned, were all safe.
After declining the lunch offer, Stark and I head home again.
"So did they scare you enough that having a meal with my brothers so close
to the knives on the table is what made you pass on my mom's food?"
I can tell he's exasperated by my dramitics, but come on. He declined FOOD.
"No, I already have something planned."
This is new to me.
"A date?"
He nods shyly.
"And a little surprise."
Pulling up to the apartment, we see Renee closing the door quietly.
"What are you doing?" I ask skeptically.
She looks like a deer caught in the headlights and cringes at Stark.
He laughs lightly.
"There's goes my secret. I asked her to set up the apartment why we were
gone, but your just going to pretend I did all the work and not dwell on what
you just saw," he says ushering his best friend down the hall.
She gives me a wave and return it with a smile.
She should've gone out a window.
Stark now holds the door open and beckons me to enter.
I walk in, but I wasn't expecting this.
Rose petals scatter across the floor, stopping at the couch. The coffe table
has what looks to be a gormet meal and there are a few candles lit up around
the scene.
I smile at the effort and give Stark a kiss.
"You did wonderful," I say knowing full well it was all Renee.
"Why thank you."
He leads me to the couch and for nearly two hours, we eat, talk, and kiss each
other relentlessly.
"So for the surprise," he says finally.
He pulls a box out of his pocket and gets on both knees in front of me.
My eyes widen in surprise and... Horror.
It's way too soon. This isn't going to end well and I internally beg him not to
propose.
I do my best to keep from shaking my head, but I'm sure he can tell by my
expression he's moving too fast.
"Skye Malenkov, I have only known you for a month. I can tell by the fear on
your face you know it's to soon to be married and I agree. However, I love you
very much and I know that one day, I will marry you. So if you would do me
the honor,"
He opens the box to reveal a beautiful ring, but it doesn't seem to be a
wedding ring.
"And accept this promise ring, it would be the best day of my life, coming
second only to our future wedding."
I giggle at his probably unintentional sarcasm and nod my head.
"You meet my family and you aren't afraid. How could I ask for anyone better
and I'm not sure if I told you, but I just so happen to love you too."
Stark's face splits into a wide smile and I swear he holds back tears as he
slips on my new ring.
"Well then. You know what this means?"
I shake my head and furrow my brow. "We are entering marraigehood
baisically, so we have to join rooms and push the bed away from the wall."
I laugh realizing that's what marraigehood is really. Making both sides of the
bed accessable is a first priority and something everyone seems to do after
getting engaged. I mean we aren't engaged, but practically...
"Now since we don't drink, how would you like to celebrate the occasion?"
He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively and I lift my arms in response.
Immediatly, I'm picked up off the ground and rushed into a familiar pink
bedroom.
The following activities are made such a blur by the raging hormones coursing
through me.
One minute we're on the bed, the next our clothes are off, and before long I'm
screaming in pleasure at the long quick strokes that Stark delivers
relentlessly.
I'm not sure how long we go at it or how many times throughout the night, but
the sun is hung high in the sky by the time we both agree to stop. The clock
reads 10:28 a.m. and that the time that we finally wrap up in each other's arms
and fall asleep. Unfortunately, I think I only make it a couple hours before I'm
darting out of bed and to the bathroom.
Bile rises out of my throat and I heave the contents of last night's dinner.
Sitting in front of the toilet shaking, I'm pretty sure I woke up Stark. This
proves true when he rushes in, rubbing my back soothingly and trying to help
me feel better.
Nothing seems to be working, not cuddles, not water, not even a shower.
Stark lays back in bed with me and the question plaguing both our minds is
clear.
What's wrong with me?
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