'Til Death Do Us Part - Part 25

Sarah opened the door to the bathroom. She looked around but saw no sign of Roger. “Roger?” she called out.

“In here,” she heard a hushed voice say.

She walked over to the open door and saw Roger kneeling in front of a bed, arm deep in a knapsack.

“What are you doing?” she whispered.

“You should have seen it, Sarah. Ben was in here tearing this bag apart looking for some box. After he found it, he shoved it back in this bag. I seen him in the hallway and he was acting like he just robbed a bank.”

“You can’t just go through someone’s stuff, Roger. You need a search warrant first.”

Roger pulled a small, black velvet box from the bag. “Here it is,” he said. He pivoted toward Sarah as he opened the box. “A ring?” he said, scrunching his face in confusion as he extending the box to Sarah.

“Why Roger Wilson, I don’t know what to say,” Sarah joked as she took the ring from him. She held it up to the light and studied it. The ring looked to be a half karat diamond ring. She looked on the inside of the band and saw a mark denoting that the band was crafted from 14 karat yellow gold. “Doesn’t this seem a bit hasty?”

Roger’s face turned bright red as he climbed to his feet. “It’s not like that… I was just...” he stammered.

“You know, you’re cute when you get all flustered,” she said and grinned at him.

She heard the sound of footsteps marching up the stairs.

The ring box snapped shut and then Sarah passed it to Roger. “Quick, put it back,” she whispered. She glanced around the corner and saw Ben’s head pop into view.

She looked around the room for some place to hide. “It’s Ben.”

The sound of the footsteps drew nearer as Ben approached the room. She glanced around the room. There was no time to hide and no way to escape. She looked at Roger. His eyes were filled with fear as they darted frantically around the room. Sarah grabbed him by his shirt collar and drew him close to her. She pushed her lips against his. She felt a tingle race down her spine as his lips caressed hers. He placed his hands on the small of her back, drawing her closer. As she twisted her fingers through his hair, a single thought emerged in her mind. Roger wasn’t a bad kisser at all.

Sarah jumped at the sound of someone cleaning their throat behind them.