Page 668 of End Game

“I want the boring parts and the complicated parts. I want whatever happens with the rest of us, and I want the part that's ours too.”

My throat tightens enough that the next breath takes effort.

Dex is staring at me like some part of him still hasn't caught up.

“So, Dexter, will you marry me?”

He looks at me for a second.

Then another.

My stomach begins to drop before his face twists.

“Oh my God, I have to answer.”

“Yes.”

“Yes.” The word comes out strangled, then again much louder. “Yes. Fuck, yes. Obviously yes.”

He comes off the stool so fast he nearly knocks me backward.

I catch him around the waist, and suddenly I'm half kneeling, half sitting on the kitchen floor with Dex wrapped around me.

His mouth crashes into mine.

He tastes like coffee and whatever candy he stole from Cami upstairs.

His hands move over my face, my neck, into my hair.

When he finally pulls back, he's openly crying.

Apparently, so am I.

“Put it on me.”

I laugh. “Give me your hand.”

He does.

His fingers are shaking.

So are mine.

The ring slides into place.

Perfect fit.

Dex stares at it for a few seconds, then looks at me again. “You made this?”

“Designed it.”

“The design.”

I nod.

His eyes close. “Kite string?”

“Yes.”