*Lena*
“Will you be my wife?" Xander asked, his fingertips running down the length of my spine.
His touch sent a ripple of gooseflesh over my skin and I shivered, giving him a gentle smile.
“Aren't you supposed to get down on one knee?" I teased, and his dark eyes narrowed on mine, glimmering with mischief.
He let out a long sigh and slid from the edge of the bed to his knees. He held up the ring, c*****g his eyebrows.
“Now ask me again–"
“Lena…" he growled, his cheeks coloring with what might have been a prickle of annoyance. Xander had been playing games with me since the day I met him. It was high time for a little payback.
“You're not really selling it, Xander," I quipped.
He exhaled through his nose, nostrils flaring. Clearing his throat, he blinked up at me, his face se
