Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 94579 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 378(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94579 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 378(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
Laughter bubbles up inside my stomach.
“Would you rather suffer a lifetime without me or marry me and be my wife?”
I drop down on my knees beside him. “I want to marry you and be your wife.”
When our foreheads press together, Sterling snaps the velvet ring box and lets it fall to the ground, cupping my face. Kissing me senseless on the front porch where we met.
He gasps then says, “Let’s get married right here.”
I pull a face. “Uh, let’s not get ahead of ourselves. We have plenty of time to figure it out.”
“Come on, honey, it would be so fun.”
Yeah—for him and his baseball buddies.
Someone inside bangs on the window, and we look up to see Ben Wilson waving at us. “What did she say?!” he shouts through the glass.
Sterling looks at me, fumbles and feels around on the ground for the ring. Plucks it up and re-opens the box, removing the pretty little ring nestled inside.
Slides it onto my fourth finger.
I turn it this way and that, letting it catch the light as we both admire how perfectly it fits.
He clasps my hand and holds it up for everyone in the house to see. “She said fuck yeah!”
Unruly cheers erupt and the music explodes back on, blasting louder than it was before, booze flowing freely. I watch as someone shakes a gilded champagne bottle, pops the cork, and detonates it over the entire crowd dancing in the center of the room.
Oh jeez.
I eye the scene dubiously. “That floor is going to collapse into the basement.”
“Yeah, maybe we shouldn’t rush inside just yet.”
He’s so very wise.
And so very mine.
Forever.
“We like it better out here anyway,” I point out. “In our spot.”
We lean into each other again, lips touching. “I love you so fucking much.”
“I love you too.”
“Plus, you’re the best lay I’ve ever had.”
THE END