Grey stands before me, eyes holding mine. “We’ve never done anything in anactualromantic way.”
We haven’t?
No, he’s right, we haven’t. Our meet-cute was fun but not romantic in any way. Our first date was rather lazy and, yes it was adorable and cute, and maybe a little romantic, but we’ve never been out on an actual date, which I blame on his profession.
We’ve spent more time apart than together, and yet somehow we’re righthere.
However, I refuse to tell my family Grey proposed to me in the least romantic way possible, so if I have to give him instructions to do it right, I will. And if that doesn’t work, I might have to pretend he didn’t propose by saying,What about taking cooking classes with your fiancé?
With my arms still crossed over my chest, I say, “I want you on your knees.”
Grey narrows his eyes at me with suspicion, that is until he manages to push every sexual thought—and I know they’re running through his mind—away and he realizes what I am saying.
“I don’t get on my knees for anyone.”
“You get on your knees for me all the time.”
He sighs, and I could swear he mutters something under his breath before he actually does go down on one knee.
I smile at him so widely, that even I fear I might rip my face into two. Grey, however, looks back at me more annoyed than ever.
Finally uncrossing my arms, I gesture for him to go ahead.
Without cracking a smile, and a lowered,boredvoice, he asks, “Luan, will you marry me?”
“I was expecting more of a speech, if I am being—”
Grey wraps a hand around my wrist and pulls me down to the floor. “I didn’t even have to ask you because I know that in every universe, every scenario possible, you would always say yes. So be happy I asked and didn’t just drag you down that aisle in two hours. Though, I wouldn’t have to drag you because you’ve been ready to be my husband for months.” He slides the ring onto my finger without ever receiving my approval. “Congratulations, Luan, you’re now engaged. Any complaints?”
I shake my head and immediately press my lips to myfiancé’s. It’s fierce and I swear I feel this kiss in my guts. I almost shed happy tears. “If you’re in love with me, Grey Davis, you can just say it.”
Grey rolls his eyes, but he’s now smiling. “I am in love with you, Luan Hayes.”
The gasp that leaves me might as well be audible in Malibu. Instantly, I fall into Grey’s arms, toppling him over. “You actually responded to it.”
“I thought you might deserve that now.”
“And I think we can skip breakfast,youdeservethatnow.”
Grey presses his lips to mine but not nearly long enough for this to lead anywhere. “Or we fetch some breakfast and when we come back here, we put on a movie and spend all day in bed.”
“We do that every day.”
He nods once. “Not for long anymore. The season starts back up in September, though practice starts a little earlier than that.”
“Your doctors cleared you?”
“Yeah, but they advised me to take it slow. No hardcore exercises, and I should limit brutality on the ice to once a game at most.”
I snort a laughter. “We both know that won’t be happening.”
“Right?! I told them there’s a higher chance that I’ll break my arm again thanlimitingme pushing someone against the boards or being pushed against them.”
“You know, you could assist me. My kids would love you.”
Grey shudders with disgust. “No thank you, I’ll stick to ice hockey.”
“Saying you hate soccer is like saying you hateme!” He didn’tsayit, but the shudder of disgust implied it, besides, I know Grey isn’t much of a soccer fan. That man tried talking me into coaching hockey instead. I still can’t skate.