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“My characters’ words, Nino, not mine!” She clears her throat. “You see, unlike you, Ash supports my creative career in romance that you stubbornly call erotica!”
“Gay romance.” My boyfriend winks and lets out another bark of laughter when I mindlessly drop my half-eatenviennoiseriein the warm chocolate with a splash, staining the tablecloth and my T-shirt.
Dammit!
He squeezes my hand before helping me clean up. “I never took you for a bigot, babe. Your mom has a knack for it and… I need to read the whole draft. The story sounds great. I think I’ll call you Eros from now on!” he jokes, nicknaming her after the male Greek god he most worships.
My mom trusts my man with her words. My man is proud of my mom. My love for these two is unconditional, and the fact that they get along so well brings a surge of emotion.
I sigh. My heart swells. My throat constricts. My dick throbs.
I blink away the threatening tears. This is too much, and yet not enough… Actually, this is just right.
We are so imperfectly perfect for each other that I wouldn’t want it any other way. He’s the man I’ve always waited for without realizing it. I love his idiosyncrasies, word-smart mouth, and passion for mythology as much as he enjoys my obsession with doppelgängers, binge-watching of HIMYM, and growing possessiveness.
Instead of murmuring into Ash’s ear, I capture his eyes and declare, loud and clear, “I love you, Endymion.”
A knowing smile tugs at his sensual lips when he hears the Greek mythology reference. In the blink of an eye, his hand slides into mine again. “I love you too, Poseidon!”
I look at them alternatively. My heart melts at how Ash interacts with my mom and how he is now a vital part of my life. My mind reels at the love, respect, and lust I have for him. My dick throbs at the thought of Ash reading smut and reenacting specific scenes behind closed doors.
I want him by my side for the rest of my life. Suddenly, his favorite game no longer applies. There aren’t twenty questions anymore. Only one matters.
Without further ado, I get down on one knee, my caramel eyes on his blues. Heat unfurls in my tall body. “Will you marry me, Ashton Cooper?”
My overexcited mom bolts from her seat, screaming, clapping, and sobbing.
I only have eyes for Ash, though, and hitch a ragged breath at the enormity of what I’ve just done. Time stills. Next thing I know, Ash falls into my arms, whispering high-pitched yesses before his mouth slams against mine. His arms grip my neck as his greedy tongue slides in for a searing kiss that seals the deal. I mourn the loss when he breaks the kiss too soon to come up for air, pulls us to a standing position, and confirms at the top of his lungs.
“Yes!”
*** The End ***
