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With my fingers, I tip her chin up to look into her eyes. “Dot shouldn’t be surprised to hear that I want to be with you. I never hid from her or anyone else just how much I care about you and how important you are to me.”
“Oh.” She doesn’t sound all that relieved or happy. “What did you mean when you said she has run out of time?”
I blow out a breath—all this Dot talk is more than killing the mood. If only I could turn back time and turn her down when she first asked me out. My hesitation at the invitation should’ve clued me in that it was a terrible idea.
“I’m talking about how I’d given her plenty of time after we broke up to tell everyone we were done. I was even willing to let her tell everyone she broke it off. I just wanted things to be over.”
She frowns and I get it. Things haven’t changed since then. Everyone still thinks Dot and I are together.
I heave another sigh. “Dot has dragged this out for two years, and I foolishly have kept quiet. Her time’s up because I’m no longer waiting.” My thumb gently rubs the juncture between her neck and collarbone. “You and I are together now, and I’m not going to hide or lie about it. Now, enough about Dot.” With my arm tight around her waist, I pick up Wren once more, and she squeals. This time she doesn’t fight me. “You hungry?”
I march us to the nook where I was hiding and put her down. She takes in the spread-out blanket on the floor, two foil-wrapped sandwiches, and a large thermos. Beers chill in a small metal ice bucket on a nearby table.
“What is all this?” She peers at me over her shoulder. “How did you… When did you do this? Get this all set up without me seeing? I’ve been here all afternoon and evening.”
“I know. This is dinner. Grilled cheese and tomato soup. Not glamorous but comforting.” I pull her down onto the blanket with me. “I had to sneak in and out whenever you were busy. Let’s just say, I was grateful for the boatload of returned books. And I really should thank Mr. Kline for all his trips to the front desk to ask you to show him how to work the microfiche.”
Her eyes widen. “Did you set that up?”
“Nope. I wish I’d thought of it. The way I see things, it was divine intervention or the universe helping me pull this together. We’re celebrating.”
“Celebrating what?”
“The rest of our lives together.” On my hands and knees, I prowl toward her until I’m close enough for my lips to crash onto hers.
We kiss and kiss until my own doubt creeps into my head, abruptly halting all pleasure. Maybe I’m moving too fast or assuming too much?
I reluctantly pull away. “Wait a sec. That is, if you’re willing to spend the rest of your life with me?”
She cups my face with her hands, a slight tremble to them, and licks her bottom lip. “Oliver Winslow, are you asking me to marry you?”
“Tyler, when I ask you to marry me, you’ll know. This is a promise to ask.” I wink and she plants an open-mouthed kiss on me.
I can feel her joy in the curve of her lips as she slides her tongue along mine. My hands wander from her waist down to the smooth fabric of her pant leg and then my fingers curl around her ankle.
She swallows my groan and I rip my mouth from hers. “You’re wearing pants.”
“Uh, yes. You’re kind of stating the obvious, Twist.”
I chuckle at my nickname and kiss her neck. “I wish you were in a dress or skirt like you were the other night.”
Flashes of us in the gym crowd my mind in the best way possible. Her soaked panties. The easy access to all of her. The way her snug channel squeezed both my fingers and cock.
Sweet baby J, help me.
I lick my lips suggestively. “Besides, I owe you.”
“Owe me?”
“Remember when Coach showed up, I wanted to go down on you…”
“Oliver.” She does that adorably bashful thing of covering her face with her hands for a few seconds and then removes them. Face aflame, gaze heavy-lidded. “You don’t play fair.”
“You suggested we take it back to your place later when Coach was seconds away from springing us. I figured, why not here?”
She moans, teeth biting at her bottom lip before she gives her head a little shake. “Um, well.” She fans herself and picks up one of the foil wrappers only to place it back down on the blanket. “So we are eating here?”
The abrupt change in topic pinches the center of my chest.
