Page 159 of Cuffed (Everyday Heroes 1)
“You.”
“You don’t get to repeat the same one.”
“Says who?”
“Says me.”
“Well, since I made up the game, I get to make up the rules, and I say I get to repeat the same dream.” He purses his lips and lifts his eyebrows, looking like the defiant little boy who saved me so very long ago.
“You never did play fair.” I laugh while he just grins. And I love the sight of it since he’s been so serious lately.
“Next one,” he says as he peruses the skyline for a location and points. “What dream does that sparkle represent?”
“Endless possibilities,” I murmur.
“Getting all philosophical on me, are you?”
“Yep. My turn.” I point to the south. “What dream does that sparkle represent?”
“You,” he says again, and when I look up to scold him, his lips meet mine. They’re warmth and comfort and familiarity and desire. Everything I could ever want. I melt into him as his hands frame my face and our tongues dance intimately. When the kiss ends, he presses his forehead to mine and we just sink into the silence of each other for a bit.
“I want to pick one more sparkle that you need to pick your dream for.”
“Can’t we just sit like this and ignore the sparkles?” I murmur, loving the feel of his hands on my face and the warmth of his body against mine. I almost groan when he removes his hands and runs them down my arms.
“What about this sparkle?” he asks as he leans back, eyes locked on mine for just a second before he glances down.
I see the ring immediately, the sparkle of the diamond off the moonlight, the shine of the platinum against it, but I’m unable to form words.
I have so much passion and joy and every indescribable emotion inside me that I’m not sure how to manage it. So, I do the one thing I know will calm me. I thread my fingers through his hair and press my lips to his until I’ve knocked him backward onto the ground with me on top of him.
“Yes.” Kiss. “Yes.” Another kiss. “Yes times infinity,” I tell him as I smother the laughter on his lips and deepen the kiss.
“Is that a yes?” he murmurs when I finally let him up for air.
“Yes.” This time, I yell it so loud that he winces before laughing as I kiss him again.
When I lean back and sit astride his hips, all I can do is stare
at him. At his mussed hair and his crooked smile. At his eyes that hold more than I could ever ask for. I see love in them. I see pride. I see tomorrows.
I see forever.
“You know I had a whole speech planned out, right?”
“You did? I’m sorry.”
“I should have accounted for the squeal factor.”
I swat at him and then lean forward and kiss him before sitting back up. “This is far beyond the squeal factor. This is more the best-day-of-my-life-need-to-tell-you-yes type of urgency.”
His grin grows wider, and the gold in his eyes lights up. “The best day, huh?”
“By far.” I lace my fingers with his, needing more of the connection we already have.
“How about I tell you this is only the beginning. From here on out, you’re going to have best days top best days top best days because that is what you, Emmy Reeves, deserve.”
“Grant—”
