The Boy Who Sneaks in My Bedroom Window (48 page)

“
Well, see
that building in front of you, with the glass doors?
”
he asked. I nodded, still a little bemused as to
what this was all about.
“
It
’
s yours.
”

Mine?
Wha
t the hell is that about?

I turned
around to face him.
“
Liam, I
don
’
t understand, babe.
I
’
m sorry,
”
I
said apologetically. Damn it, I was ruining his
surprise.

He smiled and
brushed his fingers across my cheek lightly.
“
I bought it for you. I
’
ve had it
all done out inside……. it
’
s a dance
studio,
”
he explained.

Oh my
freaking God
, he didn
’
t! I gasped, looking at him to see if he was joking. He
grinned at me. No, he really wasn
’
t
joking, he was totally serious.

“
Oh God,
Liam, you
’
re kidding me!
”
I squealed as I threw myself at him, wrapping my
arms around his neck. We’d talked about me setting up my own studio
but he had convinced me to wait a year after my graduation, I bet
that
’
s because he was planning this!
Jeez, I have the perfect boyfriend!
“
Thank you, thank you, thank you!
”
I cried excitedly.

He kissed me
gently.
“
You
’
re
welcome. Come on, let
’
s go look.
”
He turned me towards the doors, smiling
happily.

I could
barely contain my exci
tement as he handed
me the keys. My hands were shaking so badly that I
couldn
’
t even get the key in the lock, so
he had to do it for me. As we walked through the doors, I was
already crying. There was a little reception area that led on to
two huge dance studios that had mirrors on the whole of one wall
and gorgeous hard wood floors, perfect for dancing on.

“
Oh, Liam,
this is perfect!
”
I cried.

He
smiled
.
“
I had
someone come in and design it all. But if there
’
s anything you don
’
t like, we can
change it, OK?
”
he stated, taking my hand
and pulling me out of the door.
“
Let
’
s look upstairs,
”
he suggested, motioning towards the
back.

I nodded and
skip
ped along excitedly at his side. He
was always so freaking thoughtful and sweet. He had been the best
boyfriend anyone could ever ask for in the last five years, better
than I could have ever dreamed.

Upstairs
, there was a little
recreation room with a pool table and air hockey table, a juice and
snack bar with tables. There were even changing rooms with showers
and everything. He took my hand and pulled me towards the last
door. He looked really nervous again. He wasn
’
t smiling now.

“
OK?
”
I asked, squeezing my arm around his waist
tighter. I couldn
’
t keep the smile off of
my face. I loved him so much that it was almost painful.

He gulped and
nodded
, pushing open the door. I looked
in to see the room was in semi darkness. There were hundreds of
little candles all scattered around, making the room flicker and
look beautiful, the candles were reflected in the wall of mirrors.
There were red and pink balloons floating along every single inch
of the ceiling and some tied to the backs of chairs. There were
bunches of red roses everywhere, red and pink rose petals scattered
all over the wooden floor. It was beautiful.

I looked at
him
, shocked; he smiled and pulled me
into the room, closing the door behind me. As he pulled me into the
middle of the room I could feel my heart trying to burst out of my
chest. This whole situation was so romantic that it made my stomach
flutter and my skin prickle.

He kissed me
softly before bending down on one knee in front of me. I felt my
eyes filling with tears and I resisted the urge to shout yes before
he even asked me
.

He pulled out
a little black ring box
, lifting the lid
to reveal a gorgeous diamond ring that must have cost him a
fortune.
“
Angel, I
’
ve loved you since the first time I laid eyes on you.
It
’
s only ever been you. It will
always
be
you. Will you marry me?
”
he asked,
looking really nervous. Did he really think I would say
no?

I
swallowed
noisily. God, could I even
speak?
“
Yes,
”
I
whispered. He smiled a heart stopping smile and pulled the ring
from the box, taking my hand and slipping it on my finger, where it
fitted perfectly.

He jumped up
and grabbed me
, kissing me fiercely. I
smiled happily against his lips and he pulled back to put his
forehead to mine.
“
I love you so
much,
”
he whispered.

“
I love you
too.” Those words just never seemed enough to me. Three little
words, how could they possibly cover everything that I felt for
this amazing boy?

“
Please can I
have the first dance in your dance studio, future Mrs
James?
”
he asked, his eyes dancing with
excitement.

I grinned, oh
God I loved the sound of that
name!
“
Absolutely, future
husband,
”
I answered. My heart was
beating way too fast. Liam still had the power to set my body on
fire with one of his smiles, even after all this time.

He pulled a
little remote from his pocket and pushed a couple of
buttons
, making the music start up. I
gasped as the song started. It was our song. Amazed, by Boyz II
Men, started and he pulled me closer to his chest, wrapping his
arms tightly around me.

Could this
boy be any more perfect? I couldn
’
t take
my eyes from his as we danced. He held me tightly, one hand moving
up to the back of my neck, his fingers weaving into the hair there.
My breathing was coming out in small gasps as I took in every inch
of his gorgeous face, my fiancé’s face. I pressed myself closer to
him, feeling his gorgeous body pressed tightly against
mine.

Everything about this moment was
beautiful and I never wanted it to end. “
Liam,
could you get any more romantic?
”
I
breathed, rubbing my hand over his chest lightly as we swayed
slowly to the song.

He
smiled.
“
I
’
ll
try. Ask me again in fifty years,
”
he
whispered and he bent his head and kissed me softly, stealing my
breath and making my heart crash in my chest.

Surely no one
had ever been happier than me in this moment. I had the perfect
family, a new dance studio which had been my dream since I was
little, and the man of my dreams had just asked me to be his wife.
Life couldn
’
t get any better than this; I
honestly felt like the luckiest girl in the world.