Summer Girl, Winter Boy(139)

By: Barbara Elsborg


He watched the wonder spread through her, saw it in her face, felt it in the clutch of her hand.

She turned to him. “Yes, please.” She gave him the biggest smile—ever—and kissed him.

“Put your hand in my pocket. There’s something in there for you.”

She kissed him again and slid her fingers under his coat and into the pocket of his pants before he could tell her she was supposed to check his coat pocket. One brush against his overenthusiastic cock and he groaned.

“Can I have it now?” she asked.

“Yes, no, not that, yes.”

Jai retrieved the Tiffany box himself and offered it to her. “I figure lying down is better than on one knee.”

“Technically speaking you haven’t actually asked me yet. I’ve said yes to the pilot of a pretty little biplane. You want me to break it off?”

Jai smiled and opened the box. If she didn’t like it, he could change it. If it didn’t fit, they could have it altered.

“Oh Jai, it’s lovely.”

He hadn’t gone for something huge. He’d not even seen her wear jewelry. It was a white-gold band with a solitaire diamond. He took it from the box and put it on her finger.

“I love you,” she said.

“Love you more.”

“No, I love you more.”

He laughed and pulled her back by his side. In the sky, the plane had written I LOVE YOU and drawn a heart.

“I’m going to break that poor pilot’s heart,” she said.

“So long as you don’t break mine.”

“I’ll keep it safe as long as we both shall live.”

“I couldn’t ask for anything more, Summer Girl.”

“Keep mine safe too, Winter Boy?”

“Always.”