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I nod, looking down at the ring, then back at her. “So I’ve been waiting. Letting you get used to the idea of you and me.”
“But you didn’t need to get used to it?” She gives me a look of total understanding and growing impishness.
“No,” I say easily. “I knew from the start. We were inevitable.”
“Like Thanos.” It comes out weepy but happy.
A smile pulls wide. I feel it to my toes. “Yeah. Only not evil.”
“But perfect.” She threads her fingers through my hair. “We were always going to be perfect together.”
Our kiss is soft and reverent before I pull back. She’s the most beautiful thing in my life. Always was. “So fucking perfect. Marry me, Penelope? For real and forever?”
Her smile blooms. “I love you, August. For real and forever. And I’m never taking this ring off.”
“You’ve made my life, Sweets.”
“That’s good. You’ve made mine too, Pickle.”
You see that guy? The one lying next to the most perfect woman in his world? The one smiling at him like he brought her the sun? When really, it’s she who gave him everything he ever wanted? Yeah, that’s me, lucky bastard that I am.
Am I entertained?
You bet your ass.
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