Prince's Perspective

"Hi." Twisting the diamond encrusted ring on my pinky, I watched as Jasmin teetered on her heels. Shifting her gaze from me to Morgan and then back on me, it was clear she was attempting to assess the situation.

She had an unreadable expression on her face as she finally croaked, "Hey."

Morgan clapped her hands together and began pacing backwards. "Well, I'll leave you two alone, my work here is finished. Thank you for the wedding gift."

"Your welcome Morgan, congratulations again." Turning to watch her sister prance back to the ballroom, I observed her tense demeanor. Rubbing her hand up and down her upper arm, I didn't understand why she was acting so shy around me. I haven't seen this side of her since I first laid eyes on her.

One of my recurring fears with her being away was that the longer she stayed away, the faster she would fall out of love with me. It's unapparent where her feelings are at right in this moment. I took it as some sign of hope when the glint from her diamond bracelet caught my eye.

"Where's your ring?", I asked her, concerned as to why she would take it off when she knows the meaning behind it.

She looked down at her bare hand. "I didn't want people hounding me tonight about whether it was an engagement ring or not. Why are you here?"

"You said if it was meant to be, I would find you. Do you not want me here?" That was a question I really needed answered. I felt like her leaving so abruptly was a ploy to avoid this hurdle. She's been back in town and we still hadn't seen each other. This was the only sure way I knew she'd have no choice but to hear me out.

She stumbled on her words as her big brown eyes became glassy. "N-No, I mean I do want you here. I'm glad you came."

An uncomfortable silence fell between us momentarily. Giving her one long look over, I noticed she had slimmed down some, but not too much. The curvy silhouette that I cherished was still prominent. Biting down on my bottom lip, I asked her, "Jazz, why are you standing all the way over there?"

She shrugged, "I don't know, maybe because we're in public." After three long months of yearning for her touch, I could care less who saw us together.

"Come here."

Slowly but surely she walked towards me, her healthy hips swaying in that peach taffeta dress. Pulling her into me by her waist, the tenseness she once had faded away. Burying my face in her neck, the familiar scent of her favorite Yves Saint Laurent perfume and coconut oil filled my nostrils.

She shuddered as I placed a tender kiss directly below her earlobe. As I inched closer to her sweet spot, she said in a low voice, "Maybe we should go somewhere and talk."

The ride to her house was a quiet one. Popping in a tape compiled with some blues tracks I had been working on, a smile formed on my face when out of the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of her nodding her head along to it. Extending my arm over the middle console, I intertwined my fingers with hers.

Stepping foot into her house felt surreal. As she told me to make myself at home, rather than the good memories we shared here, the first thing that crossed my mind was the fight we had. The pained look on her face when my harsh words cut through her haunted me.

Filtering through the magazines on her coffee table, my heart sunk as I saw a brochure for a pre-school in Orlando. I had to get to the bottom of this.

Flipping through her newest issue of Ebony magazine, I heard her bedroom door creak before she appeared around the corner in nothing but her oversized black and gold NPG jersey. Clutching a bottle of unscented body lotion in one hand, her straightened ebony locks bounced against her shoulders as she floated towards the sectional. She cut her hair?

Watching her rub the lotion into her supple caramel skin, once she prepared to lotion her legs, I snagged the bottle that was resting in between her thighs and pulled her right calf to rest in my lap. Sighing as I rubbed her aching feet, once she lifted her other leg onto my lap I caught a glimpse of her lacy black underwear.

She snapped her fingers, bringing my attention back to her sun kissed face. "Talk."

"Are you leaving me?"

She furrowed her brows as she sat up on her knees. "No, P what are you talking about?"

I sighed, "I found the pre-school brochure. You said that Orla—"

"That brochure means nothing. My brother tried to convince me to stay in Orlando but I told him my heart was somewhere else."

"Where is it?"

She trailed her hand up my forearm until she reached the center of my exposed chest. "Right here, in chilly Minnesota, with you." It warmed my heart to finally know that she had no intentions of leaving me. "Orlando was never a permanent thing, I just needed to go away for a bit to I guess decompress. Like it was so much shit going on with my grandmother's passing, that little scare with my grandpa Don, and then what we were going through."

"I know it was a lot, but to me it seemed like you were running away from your problems. I didn't even get a chance to explain how I felt before you decided to run off to Florida."

She became defensive. "I wasn't running away from anything. Me leaving is no different than you submerging yourself in the studio for hours on end. Your escape is the studio, me I just needed a literal vacation. And last time I checked, I tried calling but guess who didn't answer the phone?"

Sitting on the edge of the couch, I soaked in everything she had just said. She did call, but I chose not to answer. I cant blame her for wanting a break. "Your right Jazz. But I feel like if you wouldn't have left, we could have hashed this out a long time ago. There's no need for you to apologize anymore for what happened, you spoke your peace in that letter. I cant tell you enough how sorry I am for what I said, I didn't mean what I said about the miscarriage, can you forgive me?"

Hearing the topic come up again struck a nerve with her. Shaking her head and looking up, she wiped a tear from her eye.

"Baby girl don't cry."

She sniffled, "I forgave you. I loved you, but it felt like you ripped my heart out and stomped on it when you said that hurtful shit."

Scooting closer to her, I wiped her face. I hate to see my pretty girl cry. "And you still do. I know you love me. I know just because you were mad at me those feelings didn't conveniently fade away. I know I'm in love with you."

She rolled her eyes. "That's another thing I contemplated over while I was gone. I love you SO much, but I can't wait forever for you. I know you don't like ultimatums but—"

"Shhh." I knew exactly where she was going with this. The only thing I could do was smirk to myself as I thought back to what I had planned to tell her back in June before the shit hit the fan. "Jazz, an ultimatum isn't necessary. I don't want you to even waste your breath with what you were about to say. I filed for divorce back in June, I gave Mayte the papers right before I left Spain."

A look of disbelief registered on her face, followed by shock. A smile threatened to rise on her lips but she fought against it. "Really P?"

Grabbing her left hand, I stroked her bare left ring finger. "Well yeah. I mean I can go get the papers they're in the glove compartment of the ca—"

My words were cut off by her leaning in to give me an unexpected kiss. I had been longing to taste her lips for god knows how long. I know she felt that same jolt of electricity once we made contact. Grabbing ahold of her thick thigh, I pulled her to rest on my lap. As her lips parted and I explored her mouth, she moaned once I delicately sucked on her pink tongue.

I grew upset as she unexpectedly pulled away. I breathlessly chuckled, "What was that kiss for?"

She giggled as she pushed my bangs out of my face. "I don't know, I guess because I'm happy." While she continued to run her petite hand through my tresses and massage my scalp, I found myself staring up at her angelic face in adoration. She noticed and smiled. "What P?"

"Nothing, you're just so beautiful." A shade of crimson creeped on her caramel cheeks before she buried her face in the crook of my neck. "Aww she's blushing."

She let out a muffled laugh of embarrassment, "Leave me alone." A long drawn out yawn escaped her.

"Ready for bed?"

Readjusting her top as she stood up, she grabbed my hands to pull me up. "Why, are you staying the night?" No answers were needed as I flipped the light switch and led the way to her bedroom.

Wiping the excess water off of my body and covering up with a towel, as I opened the bathroom door I was greeted with the darkness of her room. Witnessing her snuggled up under the covers, I just smirked and shook my head.

Discarding of towel that covered my lower half, I strutted towards the bed and pulled back the thick burgundy duvet. Crawling in, I let out a husky whisper, "I know you're not asleep."

She sighed, "I said I was tired P." Pulling her to lie on her back, I separated her legs and knelt between them. Pecking her on her lips, her tiredness seemed to wash away once she felt my stiffening member rubbing against her clothed lower lips.

Exploring her mouth, our passionate kiss soon turned a bit sloppy and rushed by our anticipation of what was to come. Pausing only to pull the jersey over her head, I began my slow descent towards her treasure.

Licking upon the taut skin of her neck, I delivered a harsh suck before I growled out, "It's been three months since we've made love." Kiss. "90 days."

She buried her hands in my hair once I ran my tongue through the valley between her breasts. Entrapping each hardening peak in my warm mouth only drove her more crazy. Leaving love bites in a vertical line down her heaving stomach, I made it my mission to take my time tonight with her.

Impatient however, I tore the sides of her underwear. Hissing from the sting the lace material caused, she moaned, "You're going to stop doing that shit."

Chuckling like a bad child I said, "Make me."

Feasting on her delicate flower, I could've had her reach the height of ecstasy in mere minutes but that's not what she needed. She needs slow love, she needs to feel every ounce of my burning love within each stroke.

Encasing her swollen bud in between my lips, she let out a sharp gasp causing me to proceed in a sucking motion. She breathlessly begged, "Baby I cant take it anymore, I need you inside of me." I was happy to oblige.

Tracing my way back up to her mouth, I took a firm grasp of my shaft and drug the tip along her folds collecting some of her wetness along the way. Slowly entering her, I delicately brushed my nose against hers and whispered against her lips, "I love you so much Jazz."

A strained cry rolled from her lips as she stretched around me. I had waited for this moment for so long, to be welcomed back home and be buried inside he warm, moist walls.

I could tell she needed a bit of time to readjust to my size so I whispered to her that it was okay and that she needed to relax. Once my entire length was inside of her, she did her best to roll her hips upward prompting me to start my assault at a steady pace. With every deep thrust her hips rolled into mine with perfect harmony. To look down and watch me disappear inside her heat and then reappear was mind-blowing.

Even though she told me her verdict earlier, I needed to hear it again. Giving her one long stroke until I was balls deep, I halted my movement. "Promise me you won't leave me again." Tilting her head to the left, she groaned in frustration, "Faster please!"

Unsatisfied, I pulled out of her core only to plunge back in with such force. "Look at me, say you won't take your love away from me."

Snaking her petite hands around my neck, she peered into my darkened glassy orbs and whispered, "I promise, I'll never leave you."

Granting her wish, plowing into her roughly sent her over and sure enough I was rewarded with the gushing of her essence. I groaned as her walls tightened and relaxed around me. Bringing her legs to relax on my shoulders, she shuddered because I now had direct access to her sensitive spot.

The melodic sounds of our skin slapping together & our matched moans echoed off the walls as I felt my climax around the corner. Her breathing became so ragged and her legs started to shake. Digging her nails into my biceps and sinking her teeth into my lower lip, I felt her abdomen constrict below me and she raised her hips. She strained as she yelled, "Princeee fuuuck!"

Her climax ripped through her like a rogue wave and she clamped down on my pulsating shaft. Hearing my name fall from her swollen lips for only the second time sounded heavenly. I wanted to hear her say my name over and over again.

Letting out a primal groan, I delivered three final sloppy thrusts before burying myself as deep as I could and coating her cervix with my seed.

Allowing her limp legs to fall by the waist-side, I laid my sweaty forehead on her heaving chest. I gave sporadic kisses to her breasts while she pushed damp strands of hair out of my face. Reveling in the cool air produced by the ceiling fan, we lay stagnant.

Turning to lay on her left side, not a moment sooner did I pull the covers over us and snuggle up behind her. Nestling my face in the crook of her neck, I deeply inhaled her scent. Snaking my arms around her spent body and pulling her as close as possible, I could feel her strong pulse, seemingly matching the timing of my own. I wanted to stay in this position with her forever. I was overjoyed to have her back in my arms and I had no plans of letting her go.

Pressing my lips against the pulsating vein in her neck, I trailed up and kissed her right earlobe before whispering to her.

"Marry me."