"I want to go to your game."
I blink, certain I heard her wrong.
She touches my cheek, smiling. "I may be slow to trust, but I'm not an idiot, Kingston. I can see a good man when he's in front of me, putting his heart on the line. You're a good man," she whispers vehemently. "I don't care if people see us together. I don't care what they're going to say. If I did, I wouldn't have asked you to join me on stage last night."
"But you're nervous."
"Hell yes," she says with a little laugh. "My dad is a crazy person. He already wants to meet you. My mom is not going to be able to keep him in bed if I'm seen leaving here."
"Keep him in bed?" I arch a brow, confused.
"He was just released from the hospital not long ago. Appendicitis. He's supposed to be resting." She rolls her eyes, her expression soft. "Trust me, he'll be on the first flight out if I'm seen leaving here this morning."
"So…what if we beat him to the punch?" I suggest.
"How so?"
"We catch a flight in the morning. He can threaten me like your sister did from the comfort of his own bed." I stroke my hand down her cheek. "And I can tell him that I'll sign whatever goddamn prenup he wants me to sign so long as he agrees to let me marry his baby girl."
She gapes at me, her lips parting. "W-what?"
I grab her hand, hooking my pinky around her ring finger. "My ring is going to be right here, princess. I told you the day we met to save this finger for me. I meant it."
"You're a madman, you know that?"
"I wasn't this way until I met you."
She tries to fight a smile but doesn't quite manage it. "Everly threatened you?"
"Hell yes." I flip onto my back, staring up at the ceiling. "Remind me never to get on her bad side. She's fucking terrifying."
Evie buries her face in my shoulder, her laughter spilling out across the room.
I roll, pinning her beneath me again. "Fuck," I growl, already hard enough to pound nails again. "I love that sound. Do it again."
"What?"
"Laugh," I growl. "I want to feel you do it while I'm inside you."
"Oh." Her eyes widen, and then she feels my cock nudging at her entrance and moans. "Oh."
I fuck her slow, saying every ridiculous thing I can think up, just to feel the way she clenches around me when her breath hitches and she moans through a giggle.
Ten stars. Will do again.
As expected, there are paparazzi outside my place, waiting to see if she spent the night. But she doesn't hide on the floorboard, trying not to be seen. She doesn't hide at all.
Instead, she sits up proudly as we drive through the throng, her hand laced with mine.
They probably snap enough pictures of us to make their bosses' heads explode with glee. But it doesn't really matter. We already posted one. She's on my lap on the couch, her lips against my cheek, with my arms around her.
We're Instagram official.
It's the best goddamn day of my life.
There are paparazzi outside her place when we pull up an hour later. We ignore them, pulling into her garage. She's out of my truck before I even have a chance to open the door for her.
"Wait for me next time, Evie."