Peace:Seriously! Do none of you have jobs? Miller, put on your big boy panties and just ask her.
Brody:Miller doesn’t wear underwear. He’s Mr. Commando.
Peace:Don’t make me come over there.
Damon:Whoa. Hold on! Miller’s asking Eden to marry him?
Elder:*gif of dog rolling on the floor laughing*
Damon:What other question can he ask that has him acting the coward?
Riley:He wants Eden to move in with him.
Miller:Unlike some people, I know how to ask my girl and don’t order her around.
Riley:Got what I wanted, though, didn’t I?
Peace:Just do it, Miller. I need to arrest someone.
Elder:I hope it’s Olivia and he’s getting out the cuffs.
Brody:Tell us more, Peace.
Peace:My brothers are idiots.
Elder:Takes one to know one.
Miller:Don’t you have a baby to sit?
Elder:I hope you realize babysitting doesn’t actually involve sitting on the baby.
I switch off my phone before this message thread goes out of control and shove it in my back pocket as I contemplate Eden’s house.
“Hey, Miller. How are you today?” Sage asks as she strolls past.
Where one gossip gal goes, the others follow. I better get inside before the rest show up and begin interrogating me.
“Have a nice evening.” I wave as I hurry to the door while trying to appear as if I’m not hurrying.
By the time I enter Eden’s house, my palms are sweating. I rub my hands down my jeans. This is ridiculous. Eden and I love each other. We spend nearly every night together. Moving in together is the next step. The logical step. The right step.
Now to convince Eden.
“Eden?” I call.
“In the bedroom.”
My blood heats at the vision of Eden laid out on the bed as an offering for me. I bound up the stairs, rush into the bedroom, and freeze.
“What are you doing?”
She giggles. “You mean why aren’t I naked?”
I grunt. Exactly.
“Men,” she mutters. “Notice anything different.”
I rake my gaze up and down her body. She’s still the gorgeous, sexy woman I want to throw onto the bed.