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“What were you doing in my bathroom?” I ask, giving him my own look.
“Do you really want to know?” he sasses back, crossing his arms at his chest.
“No!” AJ pleads, but my eyes are still firmly locked on the old man. He’s challenging me, calling me out, and putting me on the spot.
I swallow hard, staring him down and weighing my options. This isn’t what I had planned. There’s nothing romantic about this moment. We’re not even alone, for fuck’s sake. But here I am, getting ready to propose to the woman I love. Oh, I’m gonna do it. I know it, and he knows it.
“Get out,” I say to the ornery old man, nodding toward the door. His smile practically splits his face in half as he reaches over for Emma’s hand and leads her from the room.
“What just happened?” AJ asks, watching them go.
“They’re giving us privacy,” I reply, turning so that we’re facing each other.
“For?” she asks, the question flashing through her eyes.
That’s when I fish out the ring from my pocket and drop to one knee. Her surprised gasp is like music to my ears. The only thing better would be a confirmation for the question I’m about to ask.
“Alison, I knew when I saw you across the room that there was something special about you. Even though you puked on my shoes, I wanted more time with you. When I saw you sitting next to me in the teachers’ lounge, it was like fate bringing us back together.” I take a deep breath and reach for her shaking hand, not even saying what I had originally planned.
“It hasn’t been an easy road,” I say, chuckling a little and making her smile. “But it’s the only road I want to be on. As long as you’re by my side. My coach once told us never to let the fear of striking out keep us from playing ball. So here I am, swinging for the fences, baby.” Deep breath. “Will you marry me?”
Tears fill her eyes and I swear time stands still. She gives nothing away as she gazes wide-eyed down at me. Until she finally says the sweetest word. “Yes.”
I whoop (very macho-y, I might add) as I jump up to my feet and take her into my arms, my lips eager as they connect with hers in a bruising kiss. She sniffs, grabbing my face with both hands and giving as good as she gets in a no-holds-barred, mind blowing kiss.
“Can we come in now?” Grandma hollers outside the door and knocking gently.
Pulling my lips from hers, I smile down at the woman I love, my fiancée. “You said yes,” I smile, pushing some loose hair away from her forehead. It’s a tender motion that will always remind me of the night we met.
“There was no other answer,” she says, reaching up and wrapping her arms around my neck. “But, didn’t you say something about a ring?” she teases.
Shit. I open my hand and show her the two carat round diamond that I chose to slip on her finger. She holds her hand out, a slight tremor visible, as I make it official.
“It’s beautiful,” she cries, gaping down at her new ring.
“You’re beautiful,” I tell her as I slide my hands along her jaw. “And I love you.”
“I love you,” she says before my lips claim hers once more.
I don’t even notice that her family bursts through the door. It doesn’t bother me that there’s a plethora of dildos in my house brought in by an eighty-something year old woman. I only care about the woman in my arms and the fact that she’s agreed to spend the rest of her life with me.
Our life.
“You’re mine. Forever.”
“I was yours the moment you approached me in the bar,” she says, giving me a coy grin. “Plus, this means I get to fondle cardboard Mr. Randall for the rest of my days,” she adds, making me laugh.
“That’s fine, but just promise me you’ll get that foot-long red cock off my wall as soon as possible.” Now it’s her turn to laugh.
“Not interested in playing?” she teases, glancing over at it.
“Oh, I’m interested… I was just thinking maybe I could use it on you,” I whisper, nipping at the corner of her mouth.
“Are you asking me to stay after class this afternoon, Mr. Randall?” The look she gives me goes straight to my dick.
“I love it when we get to play teacher/student.”
“How quickly can we get rid of my family and start the celebration?” she asks, glancing around at all the people in our bedroom.
“Time to go!” I holler.
And then I proceed to ignore everyone else except the woman in my arms. It’s time to start the rest of my life with the woman I love at my side. Miss AJ Summer, eighth grade math teacher.
My fiancée.
My life.
