Page 46 of Breaking the Limits

“Can we talk?” she shakes her head no and my heart stops for a second. “Okay, either you can walk out there with me or I can take you out there your choice.”

“I can’t talk to you,” she spits out.

I chuckle, “Why not?”

A frustrated sigh escapes her. “Because when I’m around you I can’t say no. I’ll settle Ace. I’ll take whatever you’re willing to give me even if it’s not enough and I need more. I didn’t realize that until tonight standing there listening to Jagger, but I know that now. You’re my weakness Ace, I’ll agree to whatever you want because I just want you any way I can have you and a week from now I’ll be miserable because I’m wanting more.” Tears make silent trails down her face and I want to pull her into my arms and confess everything right here but I have to find some patience. I reach for her hand and she yanks it away. “No,” she says firmly.

I tilt my head to the side to study her and I know I’m going to have to show her. This is the only girl I would go to this extent for but Kynlee is…different. She’s my angel. I think a part of me knew it all along but was just too scared to admit it. So, I do the only thing I can I lean forward and throw her over my shoulder and carry her towards the balcony. Bowie laughs as we pass him then moves to turn on the lights outside. I put Kynlee down just as the lights fill the darkened balcony. Glitter and flower petals cover the cement, white twinkling lights light up the area, like stars in the night sky. Kynlee takes in a shocked breath at the sight of it. She’s speechless and I have to admit that’s a first.

I step toward her. “First of all, thank you for submitting me to the show. That’s the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me.” Her brown eyes study me, trying to figure out what’s goingon. “Next thing, the girl in the shop is Hollis Foust, she’s the new tattoo artist I had mentioned that day. She also happens to be the girl that Bowie was in love with years ago.” I watch as the pieces fall together for Kynlee. “Kyn, you have to know that it’s you,only you. You came into my life, pieced me back together, breathed new air into my body and brought me out of my darkened haze. You are an angel, an angel I don’t in any way deserve, but I’m a selfish man and I’m going to take you anyways.”

I turn away from her for a moment to collect my thoughts and control my emotions. “You have no idea how many times over the past few months I wanted to call you, see you, just touch you but I couldn’t because I wanted you to come back on your own terms, not mine. But after you left the shop the other day I knew I had to make the move. I had to show you, lay it all on the line, push my limits,” I tell her, as I turn back around and give her a smirk. Then the song starts to play, our song,World in FlamesbyIn This Moment. “Angel, I want you, only you, every day for the rest of my life because I love you.” I watch as her eyes snap up to meet mine, wide as saucers, and I just nod my head. “I love you Kynlee and for the first time in my life those words don’t scare me because I know you’ll come to save me because I’ll always come to save you,” I tell her, as I step forward and take her hands in mine. I hear a small sob escape from Kynlee and even though she’s crying I’ve never been happier to see tears because these tears are my redemption.

I drop to one knee and pull the ring from my pocket. “You want more, you need more and I can give you that. I want to give you that Kyn because I want more too. I know there are going to be moments that I suck at this, moments that I mess up but I’ve never wanted more with anyone else and I never will want it with anyone else. Kynlee, my angel, my more, will you marry me?”

Kynlee is really crying now and I think I am too, but I see when she nods her head then whispers, “Yes. Yes, God yes. I love you Ace.” I slip the ring on her finger and she crashes into me. Her arms coming around my neck and her mouth finds mine. Her kiss tastes of salt from her tears but it’s still the sweetest damn kiss I’ve ever had. It’s the beginning of us, of our more. I’ve missed her so damn much that the last piece of my scabbed heart just healed. I inhale her scent, devour her kiss, and hold her as tightly as I can and I’ll never let her go again. My angel.