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“I’ve always wanted someone to save me. But I’d still think you were hot and perfect even if you didn’t.”
“I’d still think you were hot and perfect, too.”
“I know it’s probably too soon.” Another kiss on my shoulder, this one softer. “But there’s something I wanted to ask.”
I still haven’t caughtmybreath. “What?”
“Will you marry me?”
My brain stops for a full heartbeat.
And then I burst out laughing. So does Jameson. I laugh so hard it hurts, and he has to take me down to the pillows and cover my mouth.
He’s still laughing, his eyes bright, when he whispers, “I mean it.”
I’m still laughing when I sayyes.
19
JAMESON
Mason barges into my room in the guest apartment he keeps in his building, where I’ve been sequestered for some fucking reason involving tradition and whatever-the-hell else since last night. “Get up. It’s your wedding day.”
It’s my wedding day.
That’s a sentence I never thought I’dpretendwas happening, and here it is.
“It’s dawn.”
“It’s not dawn, and the ceremony is at eleven. Getup.”
“Did you already shower?”
Mason looks sharp as hell, and he’s not even getting married today. He looks at me like I’ve recently arrived from another planet.
“Of course I’ve already showered. I got up and worked out. If I go upstairs to get Robin, will you get yourself into the shower?”
“Yes. Jesus. Andpleasego get Robin. The best man shouldn’t miss all of this—whatever this is.”
Gabriel sticks his head in the door. “I thought I was your best man.”
“Fuck off,” Mason pushes past him. “I’m the best man.”
Gabriel puts his hand to his throat, his fingers splayed, his eyes huge and pathetic.
“You’re both the best man.” I roll my eyes like I’m annoyed as hell with both of them. They don’t need to know that having them fight over being my best man for a wedding that’s partially for PR and safety purposes feels like winning the lottery. “Now fuck off. I have to take a shower, otherwise I might be late for a ceremony that starts in—” I check my phone. “Four entire hours.”
“Did you find out if you were the best man?” Nate pushes in next to Gabriel, his hair sticking up on one side of his head. “Because I thoughtIwas the best man.”
I point at Nate. “Why are you in here harassing me whenthisguy isn’t ready, either?”
Nate pats at his chest. It’s a very Gabriel move. “I’m not ready?”
“You’re not the best man, either,” I tell him.
He makes a crying face.
“Get out.”
