Unveiled (Torn #6)(49)

Glancing over at the woman in question, I took hold of her hand, letting her know that we weren’t that far from the cabin, hoping that she wasn’t at all tired from our short jaunt.

Sending her a reassuring smile, she returned it in the same fashion…I saw my future with her, as if flashing before me, giving a glimpse of what laid ahead.

It was us—

Happy.

And irrefutably united.





Chapter 25


Lindsey

Once settled in the cabin, sharing a light meal, I was more thinking on the line of using the hot jacuzzi that over looked the massive flittering lake before it, surrounded by beautiful snow-capped mountain. The crisp cold air and the very beauty itself, made me feel so close to nature. I felt like I was on top of the world—well, Dimitris literally made me feel like I was.

These little instances might be the norm for him, but for me, this was rather too much—so much so that the fear of him leaving me would take hold, giving me nightmares and I’d wake up immediately looking for him, seeking for him in ways that terrified me a little.

The statement would always ring in my head, “Everything’s too good to be true,” would always somehow find it’s odd way to taunt me. But then Dimitris would say or do something so sweet and I’d readily brush these doubts under the rug and it’ll come out once I was alone again. It was rather annoying but I wouldn’t let it ruin my days with him.

Sipping my hot green tea as I enjoyed the darkened view of the lake, I could feel him come towards me. Maybe it was the warmth he radiated or the way his signature smell would reach me before he does, but when I felt his arms wrap around me from behind, I instantly leaned against his hard chest, sighing with pure happiness. I could simply live like this…and I wouldn’t utter a complaint whatsoever.

Muzzling my neck, he was leaving kisses about before whispering into my ear, “Come with me…I want to show you something.”

Well, that surely perked up my curiosity. “What is it?”

“Just come…” he took hold of my hand, waiting. “I don’t want to tell you. I’d rather show you instead.”

When he told me this, I had never imagined that this oh so simple request would surely be something I’d forever remember. Because that view I had enjoyed several moments ago turned into a winter wonderland, brightly lit with Christmas lights, a partial part of the lake was frozen in ice and two sets of skates were sitting on some ginormous lit sleigh and there were snowflakes everywhere appearing out of nowhere and some glittery stuff that I couldn’t very much comprehend at the moment because I was in too much awe—and in too much of everything to even move.

“Merry Christmas, Lindsey.”

I was about to cry, feeling way too overwhelmed as I tried to laugh it off. “Umm that was days ago—”

He simply led me further into the icy lake before kissing my forehead. “I know…but since we never got to spend it together, I thought we’d make a night of our own.”

It was too rather much that I somewhat anticipated reindeers with Santa flying in out of the blue—since the setting was too surreal like ones we see in movies but so much better because it was all planned by Dimitris.

“GOD I f*uking love you so—so much argh! I can’t believe you did this for me!” I was freaking out and I knew it but I was more in for a shocker when we almost reached the sleigh that had our skates when he suddenly got on his knee, looking up to me as if I was the most beautiful woman in the world. Tonight, I sure was. In his eyes, I was everything.

“Don’t cry—I know you’ve been in such hellish ordeal for the past couple of weeks, most especially for the past several days. Even through such turbulent times, you’ve shown me love and affection even though I’d almost believe that you would be so forgiving enough let alone stay with me through it all. My love had merely quadrupled seeing how you’ve handled things. You’ve shed the old views and embraced loving me even if doubts consistently hounded you. For that I’m always going to be grateful. I know I’ve nothing but been rotten to you—but if you give me another chance, let me do this right with you this time…I want you to be my wife once more—but not because you love me, I know you do and would do anything for me…but I want to ask your hand in marriage again because I had let my fears rule me…fearing that something will trigger you and that you’d eventually turn out like your mother…but seeing how you’ve been and how different actions comparing to how you used to be, I know in my heart that my fears were untoward. And when things started falling apart, the thought of losing you again—I simply couldn’t fathom a life without you in it. I don’t know where we’ll be few years down the line but I can move to the States and be with you—just give me time to train my cousins—I would do anything…anything to make you officially mine—my wife—once again.”

“Dimi…” Was he crazy? He didn’t need to go through this…I swear it. “You don’t’ have to marry me to secure me never leaving you. You must know…I can’t live let alone function not having you in my life. I’m yours…so there’s no need for this. Seriously.” I meant them too…I knew he didn’t want to get married and I had accepted that.

“Call me crazy in love…but I know you’ve accepted it…and the moment I realized that you did and actually started not bringing it up, the idea itself kept keeping me at night. I want you—I need you and marriage might just be a piece of paper to many, but to me—to me it means commitment—and more importantly, I don’t want any other man thinking that you’re available. I just don’t want any of that—so they can all go to hell.” He lightly laughed it off, seeming silly. “I love—love you Lindsey Mason Kosta. So please, do me and the bloody world a favor and be mine, my wife once more.”