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“Holy shit, right?” Marcus said as we continued to dance. “They have their work cut out for them, but they can handle it. No one would be able to do it except them.”
No, they wouldn’t. The same way the Beach Bums were meant to be best friends, those men were meant to be with us. We were a family of eight, who would do anything for each other.
“We’re fucking lucky,” I said.
“We are.” Marcus kissed my temple. “Love you, kid.”
“Love you too, Daddy M.”
He chuckled, and then we were quiet as we danced.
A few minutes later, we returned to the group, Marcus’s arms immediately going around Kai. We hung out for a little while, until Spencer found me again.
“You wanna get out of here?” he asked.
“Sure. Hopefully sex is involved.” I pumped my brows. “Are you sure you can leave early?”
“I arranged it ahead of time. They can handle it without me.”
“Well, then I’m not going to argue. Do you need to call for a car?”
“Nope. Mine is here.”
I frowned. “How…”
“I have my ways.”
Excitement skittered down my spine. “Where are we going?”
“You’ll see.”
It was a short drive. When he parked, I frowned, recognizing we were at the beach where we had met. “This is a private beach, remember? I mean, I’m game for anything, but you know we might get arrested if we’re caught here, right?” I pressed my lips together to keep from smiling because this was incredible. Whatever was happening, I already loved it.
“This night won’t end in being arrested. Morgan helped me get in touch with the owner. Apparently, she’s a romantic.”
“You could have talked me into going even if that wasn’t the case.”
“You say that like I don’t know it.”
“I need to meet Morgan.”
But Morgan seemed to have a lot going on. He hadn’t seen Spencer much lately either.
“We’ll make it happen soon.”
We got out of the car, Spencer going for the trunk. He handed bags to me, before grabbing another and a basket himself.
“Wow. This definitely took a lot of planning.” Planning he had done for me. I was so excited to spend my life with this man.
“It did. I’m clearly an incredible boyfriend. I’m fairly certain there’s no one out there who’s better than me.”
“I mean, I think I run a close second, and depending on the day, could be in first.”
“That’s why we belong together.”
We so totally did.
We bypassed the many signs stating that this was a private beach, since we had the owner’s permission. We took the stairs up from the road and then down to the beach, where we took our shoes off as soon as we got to the sand. Spencer didn’t stop where the party had been, making his way down the beach toward that spot where we’d sat and talked, where he’d almost kissed me for the first time all those years ago.
“Are you going to propose?” I asked.
“Um…I didn’t take into consideration that you might wonder about that, and now I’m afraid this is going to be a disappointment.”
I chuckled. “It’s okay. I probably would have been jealous you got to be the one to ask, so we’re okay. We have time for that.”
He grinned.
I grinned.
We were ridiculous.
“I fucking love us,” I said.
“I love us too.”
It wasn’t long before I saw fairy lights in the distance. As we got closer, I noticed the tent, and a wooden platform that hadn’t been there years ago. The lights were strung over it, attached to beams. There was a firepit there too, a portable one, so I figured he’d done that part for me.
“It’s not the exact spot, but what a coincidence that they installed this so close.”
I dropped the bags onto the sand, nearly unable to hear over the blood rushing through my ears.
“You did all this for me?”
“There is nothing I wouldn’t do for you. I wanted tonight to be special. You deserve for every night to be special, baby.”
“Totally not going to argue with you,” I teased.
We removed our tux jackets, but when I went for my shirt, Spencer said, “Don’t take that off yet. You’re so fucking hot in it.”
I curtsied. “Thank you.”
We started a fire. No one had ever done something like this for me. I didn’t know what to say, what to feel, other than so fucking blessed.
We rolled up our pant legs and walked in the surf, just talking and being. When we got back to our little campsite, Spencer produced bottles to clean the sand from our feet, which we did on the platform. He used his phone to play music, then took my hand, the two of us dancing, with nothing but the ocean keeping us company.
I nestled my face into his chest. “This is where I want to be.”
“Good. It’s where I want you.”
I didn’t know how long we danced, sometimes talking, sometimes quiet, just enjoying being together.
