Whichever word you used it was what it was, a promise to at some point make a vow of marriage, to be joint in a union, the purest kind.
Her hand reached out to her fiancee, cupping his stubbled cheek, he snuggled in closer to her.
This moment of need and comfort was one she wouldn't change for the world.
It wasn't one that happened often.
Not in front of the world anyway, this only happened in the darkness of the hideout they had called their own.
Rolling out of bed, she stood up, pulling her jeans on, tucking her shirt in and cleaning her teeth and face.
She slipped her gun into her holster, pursuing her lips she applied her dark red lipstick and pressed a kiss to the mirror.
"Bye bye sweetheart" she whispered into his ear before backtracking away and sliding past the now open door.
"Alright " Jason asked
"Yeah, yeah perfect"
Jason eyed the ring on her finger
"Where did you get that from"
She slid it off her finger, dropping it into her purse
"A family heirloom, it matches my shoes"
Jason laughed heartily before putting an arm around her
"There was me thinking a man had won your heart"
A vacant smile crossed her face
"Im paid to break people's hearts, like anybody could ever win mine "