Page 18 of Silent Truths (Razor Monkees #1)

Salem

T or was fucking stunning as he moved along the edge of the stage, belting out the lyrics to one of the songs on our newest album, which went platinum as soon as it dropped.

The lyrics weren’t as painful as they usually were, but they still showed the pain Tor and I felt together, how we bled for each other.

Yet they also spoke of new beginnings. Of starting fresh. Of finding solace in each other.

Our fans loved it. The record label hadn’t been too sure of it at first, but we’d convinced them otherwise.

Even tested out a couple of few-seconds-long videos on social media to see how the songs might be received, and holy shit, the fans had gone wild over it.

They became ravenous, demanding we drop the album as soon as possible and begging for us to go on tour again.

So, Nightwork Records had given it a chance. And Richard Nightwork said it was one of the best decisions he’d made since deciding to sign us.

My voice slid along Tor’s in the air as he reached the chorus, and the crowd went insane . Especially when Tor beamed at me over his shoulder, his eyes bright with love and adoration. For me.

There was no more faking it for the cameras.

Now, we were always seen together, so damn happy to be in each others’ presence at all times.

Did we still sometimes fight? Fuck yeah, we did.

Tor had a way of working my nerves like no one else, just as I knew I had a way of stomping all over Tor’s boundaries when he put them in place.

But at the end of every day, Tor fell asleep in my arms, and I was the one he whispered I love you to, even if he was angry at me.

He walked over to me and slipped his hand into the back pocket of my ripped, black skinny jeans as we sang together, finishing out the song.

As soon as the song was finished, the crowd still screaming, I slid my guitar off and set it down before dropping to one knee, reaching into my pocket to grab the simple, silver band.

I knew Tor would never want anything flashy, even if I could afford it.

He wanted simple things—always. So, I’d picked out this plain, sterling silver band with that in mind.

I’d been confident about asking him to marry me when I bought it, but now, my heart was in my throat. I didn’t think Tor would turn me down, but fuck, there was always that what-if in the back of my head.

What if he wasn’t ready for this? What if he wanted more time? What if he hated the idea of me asking him in front of a crowd of thousands of people? What if he never wanted to get married and just wanted to remain my boyfriend?

Jesus Christ, I was going to go crazy.

“Salem,” Tor croaked, his voice echoing in the stadium, making the crowd go eerily silent.

I swallowed thickly, my throat clicking.

There were thousands of people here to watch us, thousands of people here to witness this moment, and despite the sheer number of people in attendance, it was so quiet, I’d know if someone dropped a pin.

“Tor,” I rasped, my voice echoing as well.

I heard some girls near the front row squeal.

I drew in a deep breath. “I don’t have a big speech prepared.

I’m not good with words. Words have always been your thing.

” I licked my dry lips, staring up at him.

His gray eyes were shimmering with tears, and the hand holding his mic was shaking.

“I love you.” The crowd went wild, making me pause because I wanted Tor to be able to hear me.

Tor’s smile was shaky but beautiful and so full of love and adoration. My heart swelled three sizes too damn big, making my chest ache.

This man was so goddamn perfect.

“I want you to marry me,” I told Tor once the crowd went quiet again. “Please marry me, Tor. Marry me , baby.”

The crowd screamed again, the noise almost deafening. Thousands of phones were out recording this moment. Whether this moment was about to be one of the best moments of my life or one of the most humiliating ones was yet to be seen, though.

My heart was racing in my chest, slamming against my breastbone. It was fucking painful, and I could feel the throb of my heartbeat in my lower teeth. This was by far the most uncomfortable I’d ever been with Tor, and goddammit, I didn’t like it. Didn’t like it one fucking bit.

We didn’t do uncomfortable.

Tor slowly sank to his knees in front of me before grabbing the ring from me and slipping it onto his left ring finger. Then, he dropped the mic before grasping my face in his hands and slanting his lips across mine.

The crowd roared. Our best friends swarmed around us, yelling and congratulating us.

But I couldn’t focus on anything but the feel of Tor’s lips on mine, the way his tongue glided into my mouth, and the way that ring on his finger felt pressing into my cheek.

“You were stupid to ever think I wouldn’t say yes,” Tor breathed against my lips. The mic picked it up, the fans going even crazier, but I didn’t give a single fuck.

Tor was going to be mine forever. He was going to take my last name. Fuck, if I could defy science and breed his sexy ass, I’d do that, too. Just to have yet another way to make him all mine.

“You’re mine,” I growled before kissing him again.

The kiss was definitely not appropriate for public, nor was the sweet moan that slipped from Tor’s lips, but I couldn’t bring myself to care.

Not when Tor had just agreed to marry me.

Not when he was kissing me like this. Not when he was practically in my lap, his fingers shaking against my face with the weight of his emotions and the happiness brimming inside of him.

In both of us.

“Been yours since we were mere kids,” he rasped.

Damn fucking right he had been. And he would be mine for the rest of eternity. I would find him in every single lifetime after this one and make him mine all over again.

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