"Marshall Lee~ It's 12 o'clock, and you know what that means."
There was an overlay of seduction in the twenty year old's voice as she pranced in the doorway between the bedroom and master bathroom of the second floor beach house. With nothing but a robe on, Camila Bravo, gazed over to her boyfriend of nine months. Marshall Lee lay shirtless in the King sized bed with his bass guitar in front of him as he gently stopped strumming.
"I do..." It was a question.
"You should." She affirmed, a glimmer of desire in her eyes as continued her previous statement. "It's 12, meaning it's officially Christmas, meaning... It's time to unwrap your present." Slowly she began to shimmy of the plush cloth off her body.
A mesmerized Marshall watched. "Right. Wait, wait, wait. Let me stop you there."
"-Marshall, you're ruining your gift."
He shook his head, a smirk forming on his face. "Can I give you yours first?"
"Marshall! I told you not to get me anything!" Nevertheless, Camila joined him on the bed, confused as she pulled her robe back on. Though she noted it would be only a matter of time before it was off again. A smile shined on her face, as she tucked her hair behind her ear. It was evident she had no idea of what King was up to. Still he took her hand in his after he immediately putting away his bass. "So I've told you once before that I've fallen completely in love with you."
"Yes." She leaned in for a kiss, only to be denied. Pulling away, she noticed the sincerity in Marshall's voice. It was a trait of which she had never cared for-seriousness. However, Camila didn't mind it coming from Marshall, yet knowing her boyfriend, she knew this was unlike him. The man paused, licking his lips as he stared at her. His expressions always seemed unreadable to her. It was something they struggled with as a couple, and in that moment she swore she'd give a thousand words to know what he was thinking.
"I'm sorry. You're just... so goddamn beautiful, and sweet, and compassionate And every fucking thing I don't deserve." Turning her hand over, he kissed the palm of her hand before intertwining their fingers together.
"Marsh, I'm not perfect." She smiled, shaking her head. A little at ease, though her confusion settled in even more adding a pit of butterflies to her stomach, and a uptempo heartbeat in her chest.
"No. I'm not perfect. I know I have been a junk boyfriend, and I've hid things from you- things I'm not proud of. And I'm not even remotely close to being a decent human being. But.. but you've seen passed all of that. You've helped me. You've loved me, and I love you so much in return."
There it was. "Marshall if this is about you wanting me to know you appreciate me. I know. And you've helped me too--"
He interrupted her, "Cami, I do appreciate the light you've brought in my life. Though there was darkness in the beginning, I know now there's only light to come."
Her heart fluttered even more at his words. Marshall was never a sharer. He'd barely offer an 'I love you' every so often. This had to have been a true Christmas miracle. She listened as he continued, "And this Christmas I want to give you something really special, something I haven't been able to give anyone."
"Oh, yeah and what's that Marshall?" She teased him, but little did she know of the proposal to come.
"Close your eyes. I want it to be a surprise."
As she was instructed and despite the movement on the bed, Camila covered her eyes with her hands. After a tiny bit of shuffling on Marshall's part, and great self control in not peaking, Marshall sat still. There was an exhale from the man indicating a hint of anxiousness. This only brings on Camila's own nervousness.Marshall's voice interrupts the silence. "Open up."
The young lady opened her eyes to meet Marshall's, however his are staring down at a tiny box in front of her lap. Upon further inspection, her eyes grow wide. The box sits opened, and inside lays the most perfect gift she's ever seen. A gasp follows, as her hands slide from her eyes, down to cover her mouth.
"Camila Daphne Bravo. With this ring, I plan on giving you my all." Taking the engagement ring with his two fingers Marshall reached for her hand.
Sliding the ring delicately on her finger, he continues. "You have my heart, my soul, my loyalty, and if you say yes, you can have my last name too. This Christmas, and the rest to come-- I want to spend them with you, and only you. It may not be much, but it's a promise. A promise I will keep forever. What do you say?"
A speechless Camila stared down at the ring-the gold band, the heart shaped setting, and the diamonds- it was all too perfect. A tear falls down her cheek as she stares back at the man she has loved ever since the moment she had laid eyes on him. Without a word she pulled him into their first kiss as an engaged couple.
"Does that mean yes?" Through tears of his own, Marshall, cupped the face of his future bride.
"Yes, Marshall. Yes, a thousand times, yes."
vaporwave
stormborns
jimmyeatworldofficial
tangentwithtanner
origamiaround
