Page 85 of A Slice of Love

I strengthen my hold on him, pulling myself back up his body. “You most certainly will not.”

“Oh, I will. I’ll do it.”

“Weird. I will too.”

His brows scrunch together. “What?”

I roll my eyes. “I will, Jonas. I’ll marry you. I’ll meet you at the 50-yard line.”

Slowly, a grin curves his mouth up. “Yeah?”

“Definitely.”

“Thank god, Frank.” He drops his forehead against mine, lips hovering right over my own. “Because I’ve been waiting to make you mine for far too long.”