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Locked Out of Heaven - Bruno Mars

   Kamala POV:

I miss my honey. She just ate me up, made me breakfast, laid up with me and then left. Only because she had school work to do. I told her she could just be studious here at my place, in my bed, and in my clothes...

The hose was way too quiet for my liking.

I walked around in one of her oversized hoodies she left here, sipping tea she wasn't here to tease me for. The morning after she left, it was like her absence echoed in every room. I missed the little things—her laugh bouncing off the walls, the way she touched my back when she passed me, even her damn socks on my living room floor.

I needed to get out of the house.

So I did something I hadn't done in two weeks. I took a slow day for me. I drove to Georgetown, walked the boutiques with sunglasses low on my nose, and let myself be a regular woman for a while. Not a professor, not someone navigating an impossible love, just a woman in love with someone who made her feel alive again.

And when I saw the ring, I knew.

It was simple. Gold. Elegant. A small heart shaped diamond at the center, nothing too loud, but delicate enough to match the softness Mariah carried when she looked at me like I was her whole world. I bought it before I could overthink. Before I could reminded myself we weren't supposed to be this close.

But i didn't care anymore. Not really.

***

That night I told her to dress up.

"Fancy," I said, voice smooth over the phone. "No jeans. I'm taking you somewhere special."

She tried to act unbothered. I could hear the smile in her voice. "You tryna wine and dine me?"

"Exactly that."

I picked her up right at 7:30. She came out looking like a sin wrapped in satin—tight maroon dress, lips glossed, hair curled the way she knew I liked it.

"Your chariot awaits you," I said in a British accent. She laughed. That beautiful smile of hers. "Why thank you." She said while in a curtsy.  I opened the door for her and once she got settled I closed the door, walking to the drivers side and getting in.

"You look so pretty, honey," I said, then kissed her on her cheek so I wouldn't mess up her lip gloss. "Thank you, Kam. You look good too." She said with a small smile on her face.

I said thank you and drove out of the parking lot.

***

The restaurant sat on the rooftop of a hotel overlooking the city. Dim lighting, candles on every table, soft jazz in the background. Her eyes widened as I pulled out her chair, and i didn't miss the way she kept looking at me like she couldn't believe any of it.

We laughed, we talked, we touched knees under the table. But halfway through desert, I got quiet.

I reached into my purse and placed the tiny velvet box on the table.

Mariah blinked, then looked at me. "Kamala..."

"I'm not proposing," I said quickly, smiling. "Not yet."

She laughed, and I opened the box slowly.

"I just... I want to make something clear. To you. To me."

I took a deep breath. My throat was dry. My hands weren't even steady.

"I know I don't always show it. Sometimes I pull back when I should lean in. I get caught in my head, thinking too hard about what's right, or professional, or safe. But every single time walk in the room, every time you speak, or laugh, or just look at me... I fall harder. And I'm tired of pretending this is casual. It's not."

Mariah's eyes were wet now. She was quiet, lips pressed together.

"This ring," I said softly, "is a promise. That I'm done hiding. That I love you—and I'm going to do better at showing you I love you. That I want to be yours. Officially. If you'll have me."

She didn't say anything for a second. She just stared.

Then she nodded.

Hard.

"Yes. Yes, I want that. I want you." ***Back at my place, it was slow.

It wasn't rushed or messy or out of anger or lust. It was everything I'd been holding in. I let her take off my clothes one piece at a time, her touch reverent. I kissed her like I had all night to worship her body—because I did.

Her hands cupped my face, her lips brushed my shoulder, and when we finally came together, it was tender. Deep. Her name never left her my mouth. Mine never left hers.

And in the middle of that, I could feel the weight of it—the love, the promise, the forever I never thought I'd want again.

But with her?

It made perfect sense.————————————————————

*Visuals*

Mariah's outfit:

Kamala's outfit:

The restaurant vibe^^^

The ring^^

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Here you go my loves!!Um, also, you guys notice how Kamala's shoes and purse matched Mariah's dress. 🤭

Do you think I moved too fast with the whole promise ring thing?? I loved Kamala's whole speech... let's just hope she keeps her promise.😉