Page 133 of Puck Honey
“Holy shit,” Guy said, almost dropping Kitty, but swerving to put her out of sight.
“You’re not shoving me off you this time, Guy-Guy! Keep me covered!” Kitty hissed. “And you, get out!”
“You took my closet idea!” I shouted at Guy.
“You told him about the closet?” Jessie raged.
Guy looked over his shoulder with a smirk. “It’s a good idea.”
“OUT!” Kitty shrieked.
Jessie yanked me out by my wrist and slammed the door shut with a quiet “sorry!”
We sprinted down the hall, cracking up. Jessie tripped over her dress and landed on her ass, dragging me down with her. We sat on the floor, sides hurting from laughing. Jessie’s smile was so pretty. Little laughing tears smeared her mascara. Her mini dimple pocked her cheek. Her chest was splotchy from the embarrassment. The strap of her dress slipped from her shoulder. And yet, she’d never looked more perfect.
And mine.
I wanted to laugh with her every day for the rest of my life.
My moment had arrived. I stroked her cheek with my finger and gazed into her bright eyes. Then I reached into my pocket and untied the ring that I’d been carrying for a couple of months.
“Jessalyn Welsh, will you marry me?”
And without hesitation, she said, “Yes.”
