Page 65 of My Brother's Bad Best Friend
I arch an eyebrow. “I didn’t think you were the marrying type.”
“I’m really not. But I guess you’ve changed me.”
“I must be pretty impressive.”
“You really are.” He reaches into his back pocket and drops down to one knee, flipping open the ring box.
I stare at him then at the ring. It’s a big diamond, beautiful but understated. I drop the cake, the icing smashing onto the floor.
“Are you for real?” I ask him, hands coming up toward my face.
“I’m very for real.” He’s grinning huge. “Marry me, little rose. Let’s fuck shit up together, forever.”
“Okay,” I say. “Yes, I’ll marry you, you big asshole.”
He laughs and takes the ring out, slipping it onto my finger, and pulling me into his arms. He kisses me slow and deep and now I know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that I’m home.
I’ll follow him anywhere. I’ll do anything for him. And he’ll do the same for me. I never thought he’d want to make it official and get married, but now I know how real this is. I thought something was missing, something I couldn’t describe, but now I’m whole. He took me, kissed me, and slowly helped me put myself back together.
I’m with my Jonas, my magnet of everything good. I’m letting him recharge me, every day and every night, and we’ll keep doing it together for as long as we’re both alive. His taste, his body, his everything. I don’t want to let it go, and now I never have to.
