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Three years. It had been three years since their fates had aligned. Three years of tormented affection. Three years of feeling love he couldn't suffocate no matter how hard he tried. I took her three years to worm her way through every wall he'd built, managing to make it to his deepest pits and all the way to his heart - what little of one he had anyway - without him even realized. Much to his dismay (and secretly his joy) Rose had become his everything and tonight had to be perfect.
But despite his actual desire to do this, Ethan's heart was racing. He'd never felt nervousness like this. And he hated it. Ethan wasn't nervous. He was confident and capable and self-controlled and never, NEVER, had a need for shit as meaningless as emotions. Besides, he had no real reason to be nervous. Rose was his. Whether either of them knew it or not, she had been the moment he laid eyes on her. But this, this was important. A life changing decision. And, as much as he would never admit it, Ethan was normal being a bundle of nerves as the moments to her arrival ticked closer.
He paced among the rose petals strewn throughout the suite and on the bed, the trail of from the front door would lead her straight to him. He shook his hands free of the tingling anxiety overthrowing his nerves. The box he held opened and closed in sync with his footsteps.
He could do this.
He wanted this.
His mind had been so preoccupied convincing himself to follow through with his seemingly impulsive decision that he hadn't heard the suite door open.
