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Can't Let You Go - Chapter Eight
Title: Can't Let You Go - Chapter Eight
Rating: R
Pairings: Adam Lambert/Kris Allen
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. The characters and events portrayed are fictitious, and any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental.
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Summary: Nothing can beat true love, except...maybe another true love.
Chapter Eight
By the time Katy and Cale left, it was late…too late for Adam to get down on his knee and propose anyway. That’d have to wait for the morning now. He had other things on his mind.
After clearing up the kitchen, Kris walked over to the couch and plopped down next to Adam. “I had a good time tonight.”
“So did I honey,” Adam said, placing an arm around him. “How about we go upstairs and have even more fun?”
Kris giggled, turning a bright shade of pink. Without any words, he stood up from the couch and held his hand out.
Adam put his hand in Kris’s and stood up. Slowly and without any words, they headed upstairs and straight into the bedroom. Once Adam shut the door behind them, he twirled Kris around and pressed him into the door. “You don’t know how long I’ve been wanting to do that tonight,” he said deeply.
“Do what?” Kris asked teasingly. “Push me into the door?”
Adam nodded.
“Now what’re you gonna do?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Adam asked, leaning in to kiss Kris. Suddenly, he stopped and pulled back, bringing a hand to his head. “I think I’m gonna go get my haircut in the morning.”
“What?”
“You heard me,” he said, frowning. “I’m gonna get this all cut off…it’s about time for a change anyway.”
“Oh no you’re not,” Kris huffed, reaching out to his head. “I love your hair.”
“You do?”
“Yes,” Kris said quietly. “I don’t want you to cut it.” When Kris’s hand finally landed on Adam’s head, he gripped Adam’s hair and yanked on it. “I won’t have anything to hold on to if you cut it off.”
“You sure you don’t want me to cut it?” Adam asked, raising his eyebrows. “A lot of my fans liked it shorter better…you know.”
“Well,” Kris said, rolling his eyes. “This fan likes it longer…end of story.”
“How do you know you won’t like it shorter?” Adam asked, grabbing hold of Kris’s hand and prying it from his hair. “You’ve never seen it shorter.”
“I like it just the way it is.”
“Why won’t you like it short?”
“Because I like it like this Adam.”
“Is it because Brian’s hair was short?”
Kris’s head cocked to the side. “What’d you just say?”
“Brian had short hair, right?” Adam’s voice suddenly got lower. “Are you afraid it’ll look like his then?”
Kris pushed himself off the door and headed over to the bed. Turning around, he placed his hands on his hips. “How do you know what Brian’s hair looked like?”
“Just a good guess,” Adam said, leaning back against the door.
“Bull shit,” Kris replied, standing tall. “You looked at the pictures in the boxes, didn’t you?”
“Maybe.”
Kris squinted his eyes.
Adam threw his arms up in the air. “Okay…so I looked at one picture…what’s the big deal?”
Kris removed his hands off his hips and sat down on the bed. “It’s not a big deal…I don’t care that you looked Adam…but don’t cut your hair off just because you think I’d like it short better, because I won’t.”
“Is that why you’re attracted to me?” Adam questioned, folding his arms across his chest. “Because I don’t look anything like him?”
“No,” Kris answered quickly. “I’m attracted to more than just your looks Adam…God, I’m a much deeper person that that.” Lowering his gaze, he lowered his voice. “I’m attracted to what’s inside you too.”
“Oh,” Adam heaved back loudly. “So you aren’t attracted to me physically then?”
Kris’s head swung up. “I didn’t say that!”
“Then what exactly are you saying?”
“Why are you trying to pick a fight with me?”
“I’m not,” Adam said, shaking his head. “Now answer my question…are you or aren’t you attracted to me physically?”
“Are you serious?” Kris asked, looking at Adam like he was out of his mind.
“Hell yeah I’m serious,” he spat, nodding his head once.
“Would you please lower your voice…I’m not yelling at you, so why are you yelling at me?”
“Fine,” Adam said quieter. “Better?” When Kris nodded his head, Adam sighed. “So, do you find me attractive?”
Kris shot up from the bed and walked over to Adam. Eyeing him up and down, he finally looked Adam in the eye. “I find you very attractive…you’re probably the sexiest man I’ve ever laid eyes on.”
“Oh…so now you’re gonna mock me, is that it?”
Kris continued to stare at Adam right in the eyes, never removing his gaze. “I’m not mocking you at all…and you know it. I’ve never been one to be turned on by just looking at someone in my entire life Adam…my entire life…and that includes Brian. When I look at you, I want you…when you touch me, I want you to touch me more…when you’re kissing me, I want you inside me and when you’re inside me…I don’t want it to end.”
Adam could tell how serious Kris was by just the tone of his voice. He was on the verge of tears…tears that he undoubtedly would be the cause of too. Swallowing hard, he reached out for Kris and pulled him close. “I’m sorry…I don’t know what the hell just came over me, I really don’t.”
“I do,” Kris mumbled into his chest.
“Could you please explain it to me then?”
Kris pulled back and looked up at Adam. “If you’re worried about me not being ready to move on with my life…you don’t need to be.” He took a deep breath and bit his bottom lip. “I have never felt the way I feel when I’m with you. From the moment I first looked into your eyes, I knew I was a goner.” He nodded slowly. “I really did…you don’t have anything to worry about with Brian. That part of my life is over and I know that. That’s why I packed up his things Adam…I want to move on with my life…our life.”
“Hang on a sec,” Adam said, turning around and heading out the door. “There’s something I need to do.”
He walked out of the bedroom, down the stairs and retrieved his duffel bag, garment bag and pillow. When he got back into the room, Kris was sitting on the bed, waiting. “You brought your own pillow?”
Adam dropped his all his stuff and tossed his pillow at Kris. “I bring this baby wherever I go.”
Kris caught the pillow and slowly lifted his head above it. “You had it in Cozumel too?”
“No,” Adam pouted. “That was half the reason why I was so pissed in the first place.” He walked towards the bed, mumbling, “Well…that and how much the damn vacation cost me.”
Kris threw the pillow at him. “Hey…meeting me wasn’t worth every dime you spent?”
Adam winked at him, a devilish grin appearing on his face. “And then some.”
“You brought all that?” Kris gasped, finally taking a look at Adam’s things that were in a pile on the floor. “For one night?”
“Yep,” Adam answered, dropping to the bed and pulling Kris down along with him. Adam propped himself up on one elbow and studied Kris silently, forgetting about the reason why he wanted his duffel bag up there in the first place. “Do you have any idea of what you’re getting yourself in to?”
Smiling, Kris shook his head. “Nope, not a clue.”
Adam couldn’t tell if Kris was serious or not, his face looked a little of both, if that was possible. “Seriously Kris,” he stated, his gaze settling in on Kris’s eyes. “Your peaceful, quiet and stress-free life won’t exist once we get married, you know that right?”
Kris’s look changed.
“I’m not kidding around here…things are gonna change and you can try and kid yourself if you want to, but eventually you need to come to terms with that.”
Slowly, Kris nodded.
“I don’t think you realize what the full impact of marrying me is going to do to you.” Raking his free hand through his hair, Adam looked around the room. “For instance…this house,” he trailed, holding his hand out. “You said you thought we could live here after we’re married, right?”
“Yeah,” Kris quietly said.
“That isn’t going to happen…it can’t happen,” Adam said very evenly. “Maybe ten years down the road it could happen…but right now…today, it can’t happen.”
“Why?”
“Because the fans would be pounding on the door left and right. And no matter what we say or do, it’ll happen. We can’t hide, as much as I’d like to sometimes…they’ll find us. They always do.”
“Oh,” Kris replied softly. “I see.”
Adam noticed the sadness in Kris’s eyes and heard it in his voice. “Do you see? Because it’s not fair to you unless I’m completely honest here.”
Kris answered him with a slight nod of his head.
Adam studied Kris’s face for a few moments before completing his thought. Kris looked scared and confused by his honesty.
Hopefully, by the time he was finished with his thought…he wouldn’t be scared off.
“I lead a very busy life…and I’m not saying that won’t change in the future, because it very well could and already has slowed to some extent, but right now…it’s busy.”
Kris continued to stare at him. Or was it into the ceiling? He looked completely zoned.
“Next week, I’m going to New York for two weeks to record a song I started on before I went on vacation…then there’s the wedding…then probably back in the studio again, God knows where and once that’s done…there’s promoting that I’ll have to do for the new album, then the touring will start.” He took a deep breath. “Are you still with me?”
“I think so,” Kris whispered.
“I’ll be on tour for the better part of a year.”
Kris’s eyes widened. “A year?”
“Pretty much,” Adam said, nodding. “And mixed in with all that mess is my charity responsibilities, appearances on top of award shows, not to mention my desire to try and break into acting…”
Kris stopped him mid-thought. “Are we going to be able to go on a honeymoon?”
Adam looked at Kris and slowly shook his head. “I’m sorry…but now isn’t a good time. We’ll have a few days but there’s not much to do in a few days honey.” Adam noticed the disappointment clearly. “If you want, we could wait to get married until I have more time.”
“Oh and when’s that gonna be?” Kris turned his head, looking back up at the ceiling. “You just said that you’ll be touring and stuff.”
Adam took a deep breath and cupped Kris’s chin with his hand. Slowly, he turned Kris’s head. “Do you want to wait? I need to know.”
Kris opened his eyes. “No…I don’t want to wait.”
Adam smiled. “Me either…but I want to make sure that you know…”
Kris covered Adam’s mouth with his hand. “Okay…that’s enough…I get the picture. Are you trying to scare me away?”
Adam shook his head diligently back and forth and waited until Kris removed his hand. “I just don’t want you thinking that once we’re married, I’m gonna be around to just hang out all the time.”
“You make it sound like hanging out is a bad thing.”
“Well, I don’t mean to. I just want you to understand this.” Looking at Kris carefully, Adam cocked his head slightly to the side. “Do you understand?”
Kris produced a weak smile. “I understand…I know you’re famous Adam…I just want you to understand something too.”
“What’s that?” Adam asked, kissing Kris on the forehead.
“That I love you and none of this stuff scares me. I may not like it all the time, but I know that it can’t be helped and I’m willing to make sacrifices if it means being with you.”
“I love you,” Adam said, smiling. “Close your eyes.”
“Why?”
“Just close them.”
Once Kris did as he was told, Adam jumped off the bed and grabbed his shaving kit out of his duffel bag. Walking over to the bed, he unzipped it and pulled out all ring boxes. “Keep ‘em closed,” he huffed.
“I am…I am,” Kris whined, placing his hand over his eyes.
Adam opened each one of the boxes and lined them up on his pillow, making sure they weren’t in any particular order. Getting down on one knee, he grabbed Kris’s hand and pulled him up. “You can open them now,” he said.
When he opened them, Kris simply smiled at him.
“Kristopher Neil Allen, will you marry me?”
Kris’s eyes filled up with tears. “You already know the answer to that.”
Adam shrugged. “Tell me again.”
Kris smiled, cocking his head to the side. “Yes…Adam Mitchel Lambert, I will marry you,” he whispered.
Adam looked over to his side where the rings were and nodded. “Now…we need to get a ring on your finger darlin’.”
Kris turned his head, gasped and brought a hand up to cover his mouth. “Oh my God,” he mumbled into his hand repeatedly.
Adam watched as Kris’s eyes darted from one ring to another and then back again. He did this at least ten times…and each time, he mumbled, “Oh my God.”
Adam didn’t know what to make of it. “If you had something different in mind…” he trailed, noticing Kris’s body leaning towards the pillow.
“They’re all so beautiful,” he said quietly, reaching out to touch them all. “You didn’t get a different ring for every day of the week, did you?”
Adam gulped. Shit…he didn’t really think he’d actually bought them all, did he? Taking a deep breath, he stammered… “Um…um….well…um…”
Kris looked over at him and winked. “I’m kidding.”
Adam breathed a sigh of relief.
“Damn…I feel like Cinde-fucking-rella!”
“They’re all on loan until you decide which one you want. The one you want will be the one I buy.”
Kris slowly picked up the ring with five diamond baguettes and brought it to his face closely. “This one is absolutely breathtaking.”
“It’s not the norm,” Adam said.
“I know,” Kris said, smiling. His finger trailed the stones for a few moments before he looked back at Adam. “It’s so beautiful…just like you.”
Adam smiled. He thought the exact same thing when he picked that ring out… only it was the other way around. “It reminds me of you,” he said.
Kris looked at him and placed the ring box close to his heart, mouthing, “Thank you.”
“Anything for you,” he said softly back. “Anything.”
Kris handed him the box. “This is the one I want.”
“You didn’t even look at any of the other ones,” Adam quipped, laughing.
“I don’t need to,” Kris mumbled. “This is the one I want.”
Adam took the box from Kris. “I had a feeling it would be,” he said, removing the ring and holding it in his hand. Adam lifted Kris’s hand up and gently slid the ring on his finger.
For a few minutes, no one said anything.
With tears in his eyes, Kris turned to Adam and simply smiled. “I can’t wait to show my mother, she’s going to love it.”
“The four smaller diamond baguettes represent…” Adam trailed.
Kris placed a finger over his lips to silence him. “I know…our four friends who dragged us on vacation.”
They were a match made in heaven.
Rating: R
Pairings: Adam Lambert/Kris Allen
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. The characters and events portrayed are fictitious, and any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental.
Beta:
bigj52 . Thanks for your patience and continuous support.Summary: Nothing can beat true love, except...maybe another true love.
Chapter Eight
By the time Katy and Cale left, it was late…too late for Adam to get down on his knee and propose anyway. That’d have to wait for the morning now. He had other things on his mind.
After clearing up the kitchen, Kris walked over to the couch and plopped down next to Adam. “I had a good time tonight.”
“So did I honey,” Adam said, placing an arm around him. “How about we go upstairs and have even more fun?”
Kris giggled, turning a bright shade of pink. Without any words, he stood up from the couch and held his hand out.
Adam put his hand in Kris’s and stood up. Slowly and without any words, they headed upstairs and straight into the bedroom. Once Adam shut the door behind them, he twirled Kris around and pressed him into the door. “You don’t know how long I’ve been wanting to do that tonight,” he said deeply.
“Do what?” Kris asked teasingly. “Push me into the door?”
Adam nodded.
“Now what’re you gonna do?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Adam asked, leaning in to kiss Kris. Suddenly, he stopped and pulled back, bringing a hand to his head. “I think I’m gonna go get my haircut in the morning.”
“What?”
“You heard me,” he said, frowning. “I’m gonna get this all cut off…it’s about time for a change anyway.”
“Oh no you’re not,” Kris huffed, reaching out to his head. “I love your hair.”
“You do?”
“Yes,” Kris said quietly. “I don’t want you to cut it.” When Kris’s hand finally landed on Adam’s head, he gripped Adam’s hair and yanked on it. “I won’t have anything to hold on to if you cut it off.”
“You sure you don’t want me to cut it?” Adam asked, raising his eyebrows. “A lot of my fans liked it shorter better…you know.”
“Well,” Kris said, rolling his eyes. “This fan likes it longer…end of story.”
“How do you know you won’t like it shorter?” Adam asked, grabbing hold of Kris’s hand and prying it from his hair. “You’ve never seen it shorter.”
“I like it just the way it is.”
“Why won’t you like it short?”
“Because I like it like this Adam.”
“Is it because Brian’s hair was short?”
Kris’s head cocked to the side. “What’d you just say?”
“Brian had short hair, right?” Adam’s voice suddenly got lower. “Are you afraid it’ll look like his then?”
Kris pushed himself off the door and headed over to the bed. Turning around, he placed his hands on his hips. “How do you know what Brian’s hair looked like?”
“Just a good guess,” Adam said, leaning back against the door.
“Bull shit,” Kris replied, standing tall. “You looked at the pictures in the boxes, didn’t you?”
“Maybe.”
Kris squinted his eyes.
Adam threw his arms up in the air. “Okay…so I looked at one picture…what’s the big deal?”
Kris removed his hands off his hips and sat down on the bed. “It’s not a big deal…I don’t care that you looked Adam…but don’t cut your hair off just because you think I’d like it short better, because I won’t.”
“Is that why you’re attracted to me?” Adam questioned, folding his arms across his chest. “Because I don’t look anything like him?”
“No,” Kris answered quickly. “I’m attracted to more than just your looks Adam…God, I’m a much deeper person that that.” Lowering his gaze, he lowered his voice. “I’m attracted to what’s inside you too.”
“Oh,” Adam heaved back loudly. “So you aren’t attracted to me physically then?”
Kris’s head swung up. “I didn’t say that!”
“Then what exactly are you saying?”
“Why are you trying to pick a fight with me?”
“I’m not,” Adam said, shaking his head. “Now answer my question…are you or aren’t you attracted to me physically?”
“Are you serious?” Kris asked, looking at Adam like he was out of his mind.
“Hell yeah I’m serious,” he spat, nodding his head once.
“Would you please lower your voice…I’m not yelling at you, so why are you yelling at me?”
“Fine,” Adam said quieter. “Better?” When Kris nodded his head, Adam sighed. “So, do you find me attractive?”
Kris shot up from the bed and walked over to Adam. Eyeing him up and down, he finally looked Adam in the eye. “I find you very attractive…you’re probably the sexiest man I’ve ever laid eyes on.”
“Oh…so now you’re gonna mock me, is that it?”
Kris continued to stare at Adam right in the eyes, never removing his gaze. “I’m not mocking you at all…and you know it. I’ve never been one to be turned on by just looking at someone in my entire life Adam…my entire life…and that includes Brian. When I look at you, I want you…when you touch me, I want you to touch me more…when you’re kissing me, I want you inside me and when you’re inside me…I don’t want it to end.”
Adam could tell how serious Kris was by just the tone of his voice. He was on the verge of tears…tears that he undoubtedly would be the cause of too. Swallowing hard, he reached out for Kris and pulled him close. “I’m sorry…I don’t know what the hell just came over me, I really don’t.”
“I do,” Kris mumbled into his chest.
“Could you please explain it to me then?”
Kris pulled back and looked up at Adam. “If you’re worried about me not being ready to move on with my life…you don’t need to be.” He took a deep breath and bit his bottom lip. “I have never felt the way I feel when I’m with you. From the moment I first looked into your eyes, I knew I was a goner.” He nodded slowly. “I really did…you don’t have anything to worry about with Brian. That part of my life is over and I know that. That’s why I packed up his things Adam…I want to move on with my life…our life.”
“Hang on a sec,” Adam said, turning around and heading out the door. “There’s something I need to do.”
He walked out of the bedroom, down the stairs and retrieved his duffel bag, garment bag and pillow. When he got back into the room, Kris was sitting on the bed, waiting. “You brought your own pillow?”
Adam dropped his all his stuff and tossed his pillow at Kris. “I bring this baby wherever I go.”
Kris caught the pillow and slowly lifted his head above it. “You had it in Cozumel too?”
“No,” Adam pouted. “That was half the reason why I was so pissed in the first place.” He walked towards the bed, mumbling, “Well…that and how much the damn vacation cost me.”
Kris threw the pillow at him. “Hey…meeting me wasn’t worth every dime you spent?”
Adam winked at him, a devilish grin appearing on his face. “And then some.”
“You brought all that?” Kris gasped, finally taking a look at Adam’s things that were in a pile on the floor. “For one night?”
“Yep,” Adam answered, dropping to the bed and pulling Kris down along with him. Adam propped himself up on one elbow and studied Kris silently, forgetting about the reason why he wanted his duffel bag up there in the first place. “Do you have any idea of what you’re getting yourself in to?”
Smiling, Kris shook his head. “Nope, not a clue.”
Adam couldn’t tell if Kris was serious or not, his face looked a little of both, if that was possible. “Seriously Kris,” he stated, his gaze settling in on Kris’s eyes. “Your peaceful, quiet and stress-free life won’t exist once we get married, you know that right?”
Kris’s look changed.
“I’m not kidding around here…things are gonna change and you can try and kid yourself if you want to, but eventually you need to come to terms with that.”
Slowly, Kris nodded.
“I don’t think you realize what the full impact of marrying me is going to do to you.” Raking his free hand through his hair, Adam looked around the room. “For instance…this house,” he trailed, holding his hand out. “You said you thought we could live here after we’re married, right?”
“Yeah,” Kris quietly said.
“That isn’t going to happen…it can’t happen,” Adam said very evenly. “Maybe ten years down the road it could happen…but right now…today, it can’t happen.”
“Why?”
“Because the fans would be pounding on the door left and right. And no matter what we say or do, it’ll happen. We can’t hide, as much as I’d like to sometimes…they’ll find us. They always do.”
“Oh,” Kris replied softly. “I see.”
Adam noticed the sadness in Kris’s eyes and heard it in his voice. “Do you see? Because it’s not fair to you unless I’m completely honest here.”
Kris answered him with a slight nod of his head.
Adam studied Kris’s face for a few moments before completing his thought. Kris looked scared and confused by his honesty.
Hopefully, by the time he was finished with his thought…he wouldn’t be scared off.
“I lead a very busy life…and I’m not saying that won’t change in the future, because it very well could and already has slowed to some extent, but right now…it’s busy.”
Kris continued to stare at him. Or was it into the ceiling? He looked completely zoned.
“Next week, I’m going to New York for two weeks to record a song I started on before I went on vacation…then there’s the wedding…then probably back in the studio again, God knows where and once that’s done…there’s promoting that I’ll have to do for the new album, then the touring will start.” He took a deep breath. “Are you still with me?”
“I think so,” Kris whispered.
“I’ll be on tour for the better part of a year.”
Kris’s eyes widened. “A year?”
“Pretty much,” Adam said, nodding. “And mixed in with all that mess is my charity responsibilities, appearances on top of award shows, not to mention my desire to try and break into acting…”
Kris stopped him mid-thought. “Are we going to be able to go on a honeymoon?”
Adam looked at Kris and slowly shook his head. “I’m sorry…but now isn’t a good time. We’ll have a few days but there’s not much to do in a few days honey.” Adam noticed the disappointment clearly. “If you want, we could wait to get married until I have more time.”
“Oh and when’s that gonna be?” Kris turned his head, looking back up at the ceiling. “You just said that you’ll be touring and stuff.”
Adam took a deep breath and cupped Kris’s chin with his hand. Slowly, he turned Kris’s head. “Do you want to wait? I need to know.”
Kris opened his eyes. “No…I don’t want to wait.”
Adam smiled. “Me either…but I want to make sure that you know…”
Kris covered Adam’s mouth with his hand. “Okay…that’s enough…I get the picture. Are you trying to scare me away?”
Adam shook his head diligently back and forth and waited until Kris removed his hand. “I just don’t want you thinking that once we’re married, I’m gonna be around to just hang out all the time.”
“You make it sound like hanging out is a bad thing.”
“Well, I don’t mean to. I just want you to understand this.” Looking at Kris carefully, Adam cocked his head slightly to the side. “Do you understand?”
Kris produced a weak smile. “I understand…I know you’re famous Adam…I just want you to understand something too.”
“What’s that?” Adam asked, kissing Kris on the forehead.
“That I love you and none of this stuff scares me. I may not like it all the time, but I know that it can’t be helped and I’m willing to make sacrifices if it means being with you.”
“I love you,” Adam said, smiling. “Close your eyes.”
“Why?”
“Just close them.”
Once Kris did as he was told, Adam jumped off the bed and grabbed his shaving kit out of his duffel bag. Walking over to the bed, he unzipped it and pulled out all ring boxes. “Keep ‘em closed,” he huffed.
“I am…I am,” Kris whined, placing his hand over his eyes.
Adam opened each one of the boxes and lined them up on his pillow, making sure they weren’t in any particular order. Getting down on one knee, he grabbed Kris’s hand and pulled him up. “You can open them now,” he said.
When he opened them, Kris simply smiled at him.
“Kristopher Neil Allen, will you marry me?”
Kris’s eyes filled up with tears. “You already know the answer to that.”
Adam shrugged. “Tell me again.”
Kris smiled, cocking his head to the side. “Yes…Adam Mitchel Lambert, I will marry you,” he whispered.
Adam looked over to his side where the rings were and nodded. “Now…we need to get a ring on your finger darlin’.”
Kris turned his head, gasped and brought a hand up to cover his mouth. “Oh my God,” he mumbled into his hand repeatedly.
Adam watched as Kris’s eyes darted from one ring to another and then back again. He did this at least ten times…and each time, he mumbled, “Oh my God.”
Adam didn’t know what to make of it. “If you had something different in mind…” he trailed, noticing Kris’s body leaning towards the pillow.
“They’re all so beautiful,” he said quietly, reaching out to touch them all. “You didn’t get a different ring for every day of the week, did you?”
Adam gulped. Shit…he didn’t really think he’d actually bought them all, did he? Taking a deep breath, he stammered… “Um…um….well…um…”
Kris looked over at him and winked. “I’m kidding.”
Adam breathed a sigh of relief.
“Damn…I feel like Cinde-fucking-rella!”
“They’re all on loan until you decide which one you want. The one you want will be the one I buy.”
Kris slowly picked up the ring with five diamond baguettes and brought it to his face closely. “This one is absolutely breathtaking.”
“It’s not the norm,” Adam said.
“I know,” Kris said, smiling. His finger trailed the stones for a few moments before he looked back at Adam. “It’s so beautiful…just like you.”
Adam smiled. He thought the exact same thing when he picked that ring out… only it was the other way around. “It reminds me of you,” he said.
Kris looked at him and placed the ring box close to his heart, mouthing, “Thank you.”
“Anything for you,” he said softly back. “Anything.”
Kris handed him the box. “This is the one I want.”
“You didn’t even look at any of the other ones,” Adam quipped, laughing.
“I don’t need to,” Kris mumbled. “This is the one I want.”
Adam took the box from Kris. “I had a feeling it would be,” he said, removing the ring and holding it in his hand. Adam lifted Kris’s hand up and gently slid the ring on his finger.
For a few minutes, no one said anything.
With tears in his eyes, Kris turned to Adam and simply smiled. “I can’t wait to show my mother, she’s going to love it.”
“The four smaller diamond baguettes represent…” Adam trailed.
Kris placed a finger over his lips to silence him. “I know…our four friends who dragged us on vacation.”
They were a match made in heaven.
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