Page 114 of Game Night: Truth or Dare

"Ah, here comes your other half," Charles said as I approached.

Peter looked over his shoulder, his eyes lighting up, and reached for me.

Why the hell did it make me feel so giddy to take the offered spot on his knee? I regularly had him inside me and yet this simple gesture, in front of all my family, made my heart race.

"So," Charles mused. "Will it be a June wedding?"

I tried to kick him, but he twisted out of the way, laughing.

"What? I need time to decide whose heart I'm going to break. I can’t be the best man for both of you. I'm only one person!"

"You're ridiculous," I informed him, finally handing Peter his beer.

"What, none for me?" Charles demanded.

"Go get your own," I said.

He looked between me and Peter knowingly before standing slowly.

"I see how it is," he said, shaking his head. "You two want to make googly eyes at each other and whisper sweet nothings, don't you?"

"Just go!" Peter laughed.

Charles chuckled and took off, finally leaving us alone.

"What is it?" Peter asked as soon as he was gone. “I could feel you staring from across the yard.”

He grinned, then added, “Oh, how the tables have turned.”

“Shut up,” I said, shoving him lightly.

We both smiled.

“What is it?” he repeated.

His gaze was fixed on me, the afternoon sun warming the grey of his eyes.

"Nothing," I said softly and couldn't resist kissing him. "I just wanted to come see you."

He gazed up at me, just watching me for a moment, a soft smile on his lips, and I saw what my mom did. Peter really did adore me. Though it pained me to admit it, I felt the same way.

Reaching up, I stroked my fingers through his wavy hair.

"To think you're the same guy I hated a few months ago," I mused.

His lips tilted into an amused smile.

"And you're the guy I thought was cold as ice."

I grinned.

"Maybe I am," I argued.

He shook his head.

"Nope. You'll never fool me into thinking that again."

He kissed me once more, and I sank into it just as Charles heaved a heavy sigh as he sat back in his seat.

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