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He cups my face. “You’re the most impulsive woman I’ve ever met. If you want to know what I’m doing, jump on that impulse and come and find me.”
He kisses me quickly and runs around the corner.
“The fuck?” I shriek, running after him. Which is no easy feat in this mermaid-style dress.
Holy shit, this is a maze.
“Ohhh, shit. Tyler, you jerk! You prize butthead!” I call into the waning light. “What in the hell are you playing at, you little British bastard?”
I take a deep breath and rein my hormones in. I hear his laughter from somewhere in front of me.
“I’m in the middle.”
“Oh, helpful!” Fuckshitarsewanktwatbollocks.
I’m mentally cursing in British. By the time this baby arrives, I’ll have the accent perfect.
I run my hand along the wall of the maze as I follow its twists and turns. Dead end. Dead end. Dead end.
I’m really, really not good at this.
Left. Right. Straight on. Back up.
It slowly gets darker as I try to navigate my way through the endless paths offered to me. I groan when I find another dead end and turn back.
Tyler stands, grinning at me, and crooks his finger for me to follow him. “Left, right, left, left, right.”
Then he goes again.
I shout another curse after him. What the hell kind of fucked-up shit is this? I stomp after him, following his directions.
Wait. Was the third right or left? Shit. I take a chance and go right…into a dead end. Left it is, then. One more left and the right and ohmyfuckinghell.
“What… What is this?” I swallow, looking at Tyler.
He’s grinning, but it’s nervous. And I don’t blame him. I want to know why he’s standing next to an officiant and Aaron and Dayton.
“How did you two—what? I don’t understand. Tyler, what the hell are you doing?”
He laughs silently and steps up to me. Then he takes my hands in his and slowly links our fingers.
“Marry me,” he whispers. “Right now.”
My lips part and I shudder out a breath. “For real? This isn’t a joke?”
He shakes his head. “Forever, Liv. It’s only ever going to be you for me.”
I look over his shoulder at my best friend and her new husband. “But—they—”
“Told me to,” he replies. “I like surprises, remember?”
I open my mouth, but how do you respond to the truth? I told him that once. “This is your best surprise,” I whisper, squeezing his fingers. “Yes. Right now.”
His eyes widen. “Really?”
“Turn around before I change my mind.”
He laughs and pulls me forward. He nods to the officiant, who starts the traditional lingo, but Tyler shakes his head.
