*Jim*
I did not plan anything well. Hell, I didn’t plan anything at all. I wasn’t supposed to propose like that. f**k. She deserved better than me asking after we f****d, but it felt right in the moment.
She’s sound asleep still, snoring softly. I was so worried I’d never have this again. I don’t want to get up and leave her. I don’t want her to change her mind.
I sneak out of bed, and after a quick trip to the bathroom, I decide to run to the small house to get ready. I’ll come back to make her breakfast, though. I pull on my jeans before realizing I put my shirt on Amelia last night. I glance out a window to check, and all the guys are up and outside working already. I can’t do a shirtless walk of shame across the ranch.
I go downstairs and make breakfast instead. I won’t
