I shook my head, dizzy with joy. “I don’t know what to say.”
He kissed me quickly. “Practice saying yes. When the time comes, I want you to be ready.”
We leaned our foreheads into each other and stayed quiet for a moment. I couldn’t believe this was real. He’d said all the words I’d ever hoped to hear: queen, wife, adore. The dreams I’d stored in my heart were actually coming true.
“You should go back to sleep. That attack today was one of the cruelest ones yet. I want you to fully recover.”
“As you wish,” I said.
He ran a finger down my cheek, pleased with my response. “Good night, Amberly.”
“Good night, Clarkson.”
I tucked myself back into bed as he left, but I knew there was no way I’d be able to sleep now. How could I with my heart beating double time and my mind running through every possibility of our future?
I slowly rose and went over to my desk. I could think of only one way to get this out of my system.
Dear Adele,
Can you keep a secret?