Page 96 of Manservant
“I would—Iwill.”
“So, will you be the cover model on mynextbook?”
He sighs and scratches at the back of his head, while glancing at me with his gorgeous eyes. “Only if I can be shirtless while holding a feather duster,” he easilyagrees.
“Then yes, I will marry you. I will spend every day making things dirty so you always have something to clean, especially if you always do it with yourshirtoff.”
“Wait,” he says, holding his hands between us. “Can you title this book:Manservant?”
“You want it to be our story?” I ask, wondering if he’sjoking.
I don’t wonder for long, though, as he doesn’t crack a smile. “Yeah, I think we have a story worth telling,” he says, placing his hands on mycheeks.
“Me too.” With laughter echoing between the bathroom walls, Liam pulls me in and kisses me senseless, making my toes curl just like he did during our very first kiss and every other kiss inbetween.
When our lips part, he slides the ring on my finger and squeezes my hand gently. “Thank you for making me the happiest man in the world,Jules.”
“Thank you for being a good man—a hot, good man. I didn’t know your type existed until Imetyou.”
“That’s because there’s only onemanservant.”
“And you’reallmine.”
There wasa time I had it all wrong and couldn’t figure out men, but what I’ve learned is . . . if we don’t go through the assholes first, we’ll never know what’s on theotherside.
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