Chapter 35

Pretending that I don't know that in the dresser over there is a ring hand picked special for me has been absolute torture. I haven't looked at it, and I'm not going to. I don't want to know anymore than I already do, and honestly I wish I could forget what I heard. I want to be surprised when the day finally comes, but I'll settle for just being unbelievably happy. "You know why I love Saturdays?" Thomas asks me as he leans over from his side of the bed and kisses my collar bone. "No,...