Page 28 of Their Little Snow Angel

I wonder, fleetingly, if this is another flash drive full of pictures. But they said it’s a toy, so probably not.

The wrapping is red fabric, the bow tied with a gold ribbon. I untie the ribbon and I’m looking at what is unmistakably a jewelry box. Nipple clamps? No, we’ve done that. A clit clamp? I shudder—that’s one toy I haven’t tried, but I really don’t want to.

Telling myself to be brave, that they’ve never forced me to use any toys I wasn’t excited about, I flip open the lid.

It isn’t a clamp of any kind—it’s a ring. An absolutely stunning one. The setting holds a pink gem in the middle, with two purple gems on either side. The symbolism doesn’t escape me; the gems represent the three of us. I force myself to focus on the guys because they start talking.

“We want to marry you, Violet.” Heath takes my hand in his.

Brody plucks the ring out of the box and holds it up. “Please say yes. We want to spend the rest of our lives with you, kinkily ever after.”

There is no inner debate. I know with certainty. This is love.

“Yes.” I throw my arms around both of them, crushing them together and against me. “Yes, yes, yes. I’ll marry you both. I love you so much.”

Brody fits the ring on my finger. Heath kisses it, then Brody does, and then they both kiss me.

Together forever, no matter what, in our kinky little fairytale.