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“Marry me,” he whispered as he held me.
“Don’t ruin this,” I hissed.
“How am I ruining this?” He questioned.
I ground my teeth. “You’re pushing again.”
“I love you. I want you to be my wife. Is that such a bad thing?”
“No, but it’s too early. I’m committed to you.”
“But I want you to wear my name.”
As I contemplated the idea of being Mrs. Ryleigh Fox, I couldn't help but wonder if I'd ever grow accustomed to Oliver's wealth and the lifestyle it entailed. Would his long hours and frequent travel become too much for me to handle? Next week's trip, the first time we'd be apart in weeks, loomed ahead as a test for our relationship.
"And I will. You have my promise," I assured Oliver, trying to ignore the twinge of uncertainty in his voice.
"Why not soon?" Oliver pressed, his gaze searching mine.
"Why the rush? I've told you; things could fall apart if you find out something you don't like about me," I explained, hoping he'd understand.
"Like what?" he prodded, his brow furrowing with concern.
"I don't know. Just...something," I shrugged, unable to articulate my fears.
"I love everything about you, even the bad stuff," he declared, his words stirring a warmth in my heart.
"What bad stuff?" I asked, genuinely curious.
"You whimper in your sleep," he confessed, watching my reaction carefully.
"I do? Why didn't you tell me?" My surprise was evident, prompting him to reassure me.
"It's never led to anything serious, so I didn't think it was a big deal," he explained, feeling a pang of guilt for not discussing it sooner.
"Were you expecting it to?" I inquired.
"You mentioned screaming during nightmares," he reminded me, taking my hand in his.
"I do. I don't want to, but sometimes it happens," I admitted, vulnerability seeping into my tone.
"I don't care. I love every part of you," he reassured me, guiding me towards the shower as we prepared for the day ahead.
As we washed and dried each other, the mystery of Oliver's plans for the day lingered in the air. Opting for casual attire—a pair of jean shorts and a short blue t-shirt—I couldn't help but feel a mixture of excitement and apprehension about what lay ahead.
"Is this all right?" I asked tentatively, seeking his approval.
"Fine," Oliver replied, his tone betraying none of his hidden plans.
"Still no clue?" I inquired, a hint of frustration creeping into my voice.
"Nope. All I can say is you'll love it," Oliver teased, a twinkle of excitement dancing in his eyes.
"Says you," I muttered under my breath, feeling a mix of anticipation and skepticism.
As I sat on the bed, watching the news, Oliver dressed in pressed olive-colored shorts and a tan polo shirt—making me feel somewhat underdressed in comparison.
"Should I change?" I asked self-consciously, suddenly aware of the disparity in our appearances.
