Honeydoll 🍯

“You’re my breakaway.” He laughs softly, shaking his head in amazement. “I didn’t realize it for a long time. But the way you pulled me out of the darkness when I was drowning in it. The way you practically saved my life. The exhilaration I feel whenever you’re nearby. Hell, whenever I even think about you.” He presses our chests together. “The breathlessness I get when you touch me. The weightlessness I feel as I fall asleep in your arms. It’s all skates on ice and wind on my face, just you and me, the world falling away.” He tilts his head down, forehead pressing to mine. “You’re my breakaway, Hayden Wallace.” I suck in a shaky breath, tightening my hold on him. “Well, that’s just not fair, baby.” His expression shutters. “What?” “I have a ring in my underwear drawer that would have went perfectly with that speech.” Pope barks a soft laugh before sliding one hand from mine and reaching into his pocket. He pulls out a box—black as opposed to the blue one I have at my apartment. His cheeks are pink, his green eyes locked on the box instead of chancing a glance at me. “A ring like this?” he asks as his trembling fingers pop the lid. The ring is a classic yellow gold, matte instead of shiny, with a thin black groove near each edge. Elegant. “Well,” I begin, taking the ring with the hand he had stopped holding. My legs are shaking, which is probably a terrible thing to be happening with the whole being on ice in skates thing. “Not a ring like this, but close.” “Yeah?” “Mm.” I run my thumb gently along the outside of the ring, wanting more than anything to put it on. “You got a question to ask me, sweetheart?” He finally looks at me again, his green eyes impossibly bright and hopeful. “What would you think about maybe being married to an adorable, charming, hot mess of a hockey player?” “I think that’s just about the best way I can imagine living the rest of my life.”