Page 23 of The Thief
He ran his tongue along the inside of his cheek, not even trying to hide his sly smile.
I tightened my arms around him, inhaling his scent, loving how perfectly he fit against me. “You’re moving in with me, and I’m not taking no for an answer.”
He chuckled, leaning in for a sweet kiss. “I can’t imagine living anywhere else.”
Good, I thought.Because one of these days I’m gonna marry you, Tristan Silver.
epilogue
CHRISTMAS EVE
@theseguinbean:Dear procrastinators – drive on by for a free hot cocoa as you complete your last-minute shopping!
@thewateringhole:Look, don’t tell anyone, but I’m going to ask Tristan Silver to marry me today. Fingers crossed, he’ll say yes.
@theseguinbean:Um, excuse me,sir. You can’t just propose to me on social media.
@theseguinbean:Where’s my ring?
@thewateringhole:Thought you’d never ask.
@theseguinbean:Joel Hays, you better walk your fine ass over here, or else I’ll— Oh. Hi.
@thewateringhole:Hi.
@thewateringhole:So… I’ve got a question I’ve got to ask you.
—one very sweaty hour later—
@thewateringhole:He said yes.
@theseguinbean:You’re still a thief.
@thewateringhole:Yeah, but now I’myourthief.
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