Page 679 of End Game

I look down at the ring.

Then up at him.

“You're really going to be my family.”

Micah's face changes. “Dex.”

“I know.”

I laugh softly and scrub under one eye before the remaining eyeliner can migrate farther down my face.

“I know you already are. That's not what I mean.”

He waits.

That's one of the things he does better than anyone.

Waits until I find the real sentence. “When we get married, you're going to be my husband.”

“Yes.”

“And I'll be yours.”

“Yes.”

I look down again. “That's fucking huge.”

Micah steps closer.

His hands settle around my waist. “I know.”

“For you too?”

“Of course.”

I look at him. “Sometimes you're so calm about things I can't tell.”

His mouth curves. “I proposed to you.”

“Excellent point.”

“I made you an illustrated retrospective.”

“Also true.”

“I designed a ring.”

“Okay, now you're bragging.”

“I cried on the kitchen floor.”

I grin. “You did.”

“So did you.”

“Not relevant.”

He kisses me.