Meant to Marry Me

Having the woman he had loved for so long asleep in his arms was even better than Trent could've imagined, and finally showing her how much he loved her had been beyond anything he'd ever dreamed possible.

Bree shifted and let out a little sigh. She had a show that evening, so he knew he couldn't let her sleep for too long, but it was sweet to see her lying there so peacefully.

She was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen--not just on the outside but on the inside as well. He'd always been drawn to her and knew lots of other people were as well.

That's why Zach worried him--a little. It was actually sort of funny to see Bree try to pretend she hadn't noticed how hot the guy was. It was okay with Trent that she had noticed a large, muscular guy. He knew she'd never act on it. Unlike Monica, Bree would never cheat on him. While he'd like to say he would've never guessed that Monica would either, that wasn't true. He honestly wasn't surprised at all.

Would having this Zach guy in her band make Bree less likely to stay faithful to him? Or would she consider breaking up with him to date Zach? Trent doubted that. They'd been apart for so long, thinking about being together, longing for one another, he was certain this would last.

Still, he'd be lying if he didn't admit he wouldn't mind if they gave Zach a hard pass.

He didn't see that happening, though. The guy was a magician on a guitar. Asking Bree to give up the opportunity to work with someone of that caliber wasn't fair to her, and he cared too much about her to ask her to give that up. No, if they decided to go with Zach, he'd just have to trust Bree.

Trusting Zach might be another story.

Trent set an alarm on his phone just in case he fell asleep, too, and then draped his arm over Bree and closed his eyes.

The feel of her stirring woke him. Bree suddenly bolted upright in bed. "What time is it?"

"It's... a little past five."

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She collapsed. "Thank God. I thought I was late." Brushing the hair out of her face, she tried to calm down as Trent chuckled at her.

"I set an alarm for six. I figured that should give you time to get there by eight, right?"

She nodded. "Thanks. I should've never doubted you." Bree rolled over and kissed him, and the feel of her body pressed against his excited him in ways that made him think of other things besides sleeping. Deepening the kiss, Trent pulled her closer and swiped away the sheets and blankets they were tangled in.

Making love to her was easy and natural, just like breathing. He'd thought it would be awkward, they'd been friends for so long, but when he pushed inside of her, and she tipped her head back and released a small moan, Trent felt as if that was where he was meant to be. They moved together as one, her hands hooked around his shoulders, her knees squeezing against his hips as she lifted and arched her back in rhythm with him. He could've kept her there all night, spasming, gasping for air, and calling his name, but he wanted to hold her a little longer before she had to get ready for her show, so once he was sure she'd been at her peak for several minutes, he joined her in a wave of ecstasy unlike any he'd ever experienced with anyone else.

He stayed there with her beneath him, staring down at her glistening body, wanting to shelter her from the world. Bree opened her eyes and smiled at him. Trent leaned down and kissed her softly before pulling his body from between her legs and wrapping her in his arms.

Bree laid her head on his chest, trailing her fingers up and down, setting him on fire again. He breathed deeply, knowing there wasn't time for that. "It's not weird, is it?"

Her question almost seemed like it wasn't one, like it was a simple statement. Trent's answer came quickly because he'd already been thinking about that earlier, when she was asleep. "No, not for me." "Did you think it would be?"

"Maybe."

"Yeah, me, too. But it's not. It's... perfect."

He kissed the top of her head, completely agreeing. "I love you so much, Bree. I'm so glad we're finally together. I can't imagine anything ever being this perfect."

"Me neither." She turned and kissed his chest and then snuggled up against him, and any worries Trent had had about anything at all faded away. They could handle any obstacle that came their way. He was sure of it.