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But I trust him. We’ve had a lot of talks and worked out a lot of things that he can still do as long as he’s careful. He’s back to his old energy levels, back to his happy-go-lucky self, and if he gets a little sad watching an action movie…it doesn’t last long.

It only takes me a moment to retrieve the ring case, tucked away in the drawer of the bedside table. Timothy left it there, sometime after he came back from the hospital, with a note, telling me it was mine and if I didn’t want it, I should sell it and keep the money. I hadn’t opened the drawer until last week after Danny called, looking for a butterfly barrette Freya had lost while they were staying here.

Timothy hasn’t asked me again, but I know where he is. The proposal still stands, and it’s an easy decision now.

He’s still asleep when I slip back into bed, ring on my finger. He murmurs something that sounds a lot like my name when I cuddle up to his side, his arm immediately coming around me. I smile at the sleepy kiss he gives the top of my head and hold my hand in front of my face, watching the morning light dazzle across the diamond. I hadn’t looked at it closely in the hospital, but now I can see how beautiful it is, how perfectly at home it looks on me.

I can tell the moment he opens his eyes and sees the ring on my finger. He holds his breath.

“I want to marry you,” I say softly.

Timothy doesn’t say a thing. He rolls us so he’s on top of me, raining kisses everywhere. It’s a full forty minutes before he finds words. Not until we’re both lying sated and waiting for our heart rates to return to normal.

“How do you feel about a surprise Christmas wedding in Connecticut?” he asks with a grin.

“How long have you been planning this?” I ask, immediately suspicious.

He shrugs. “I might have looked into a few venues.”

“All part of your evil plan to get Nic and Jessie together?” I’m fully on board with this plan. I want to see Nic get his ass kicked by love.

“Two birds, one stone,” he says lightly, and I tickle him for that. When we’ve settled back down, he holds me close. “Marrying you is the important part. Doing Nic a solid is a perk. I’ll need him to be the best man, so he’ll have to come. But I want to surprise him too.”

“What if you tell him we’re announcing our engagement and you want him there?”

He nods slowly. “Might work.”

“Lexi and Charlotte will fight over being maid of honor,” I say, toying with Timothy’s nipple piercing. “I could never choose between them.”

“You could have another maid of honor,” he suggests, kissing my forehead.

“I could. Got anyone in mind?” I ask with a laugh. This is going to be fun.

“Fuck, I love you, woman,” Timothy growls, lifting me on top of him. I push myself up to sit straddling him so I can enjoy the view of the sexiest man in the world. Touch him too. I love touching him. The way he feels under my hands, the way he reacts to my touch…

I tug at the piercing, and he growls and I laugh again. “I bet they get together before the wedding.”

Timothy shakes his head. “Hell no. After. How about a wager? Morning blowjobs for a week.”

Like most of our days don’t already start that way. “Oral sex in the morning AND if I win, you have to model my line of men’s underwear.”

His hands skate over my body and he’s already hardening again between my legs. “Morning oral, I’ll model for you, but if I win, you have to come skiing with me.”

Shit. I’m going to have to make damn sure I win this. “And the winner gets one free elimination during house hunting, no questions asked, no reason needed.”

“Baby, you can have whatever you want,” Timothy says, grinning at me.

I’m so happy, I can’t stop myself from smiling. “Only you. Again. Right now.”

The End.

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Working for a sex toy company after failing to make it in the art world, Jessie Foley knows a di—er, phallus—when she sees one. And her brother’s best friend—the reason she can’t paint—is definitely a phallus. She’d rather drink bad eggnog than stay under the same roof as the annoyingly hot celebrity for the holidays, but patching up her relationship with her brother means making nice with his friend.

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