Page 51 of The Love Proposal


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“Sir?” A spa attendant approaches me with a tray. “Would you like more tea?”

I turn to look over my shoulder, doing my best to keep my phone hidden under my chaise, and shake my head. “No, thanks.”

If I drink any more tea I’ll turn into a tea bag myself.

Without thinking, I hit send and wait for Summer’s reply.

From Summer

Let me check where my sister’s at real quick

The screen remains black for a few unbearably long minutes before another series of texts arrive in rapid succession.

From Summer

Winter is getting her massage now

Then she has a facial, waxing, and a full mani-pedi booked

She’ll be busy for hours

My room or yours?

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SUMMER

The massage and spa day were relaxing, but not as relaxing as Archie taking care of memultiple timesafterward.

I stretch in bed, unwilling to get up, but I must.

“I have to go,” I say.

“Mmm?” Archie raises his head from its resting spot on my chest. “Why?”

“Another lovely dinner with my parents.”

Technically, this should’ve been a meal for both the bride’s and groom’s families, but since Logan sadly lost his parents young, my dad will be the sole host.

“Oh, yeah,” he says, dropping his chin just below my collarbone, “it’s on the schedule.”

I look down at him. “You meanyourschedule, too?”

Archie’s hands move to my sides, threatening to tickle me. “Don’t tell me you’ve muted the WhatsApp group again?”

To be honest, lately, I haven’t paid much attention to anything on my phone except for Archie’s texts. “I might’ve. Why?”

“The entire wedding party is invited.”

“Oh, you’re going to meet my parents.” I say the words before thinking of their meaning and immediately retract them. “I didn’t mean anything by that.”

“Relax,” he says. “No one knows about us; all the heat will be on the groom.”

He’s right, and I have no reason to be nervous. But I still am… At least, until Archie’s hands start to play a very different game from tickle monster, moving down from my sides to my hips while he kisses my neck.

“Do you think we have time for another—”

“No,” I say, before he can convince me to be late. “I have to go back to my room, shower, and get ready.”

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