Page 86 of Keep Me

If only he were serious.

“I am serious.”

Oh, shit. Did I say that out loud?I was a little too drunk to be making good decisions.

When he finally stood, he cupped my cheeks. Then he kissed me. A kiss full of promises. “I’m so damn serious about you it’s driving me insane. You’re my best friend and the only person I trust in the world. I know enough about you to know that I don’t want anyone else. I never will.”

“But Matty. We’re not even dating.”

“We don’t need to. I already know. You’re mine. Am I yours?”

“Yes.” Wait, did I just say that?

“Yes? To what?”

I did. I felt it too, and I shouldn’t be scared that he was the first person to voice it. We were meant for each other. I knew it.

“Yes, you’re mine and I’m yours.” It felt like a weight off my shoulders. I’d been holding onto that confession for years.

“Then let’s make this official.”

Official? With my best friend and the only guy I’d been crushing on since I got here?

Marrying Matty sure did feel like a leap, but what was life if you didn’t take a few chances? I’d been waiting so long for him to see me the way I saw him, and now that we were here, it felt wrong being the one to hold us back.

“Okay,” I said, sure of my decision.

Matty couldn’t contain his smile, lifting me and spinning us in a circle.

As my hair whipped in the wind, I knew this was crazy and my parents would probably kill me, but I didn’t care.

Everything about this felt so damn right.

“You’ve just made me the happiest man alive.”

Tears streamed down my face, and my heart was skipping to the point that I thought I might need to sit down for a minute, but I didn’t want to taint this memory.

He brought my left hand up to his heart and looked down at it. His thumb traced over my third finger, rubbing the space below the knuckle, right where a ring would sit.

“I’m sorry. I don’t have a ring, but we’ll get you one. Tomorrow. I’ll take you to the fanciest place here and get you whatever the hell you want because nothing is too much for my wife.”

Wife?Why did I love the way it sounded?

Squeezing my hand, he surveyed the area. “Come on. Let’s go find somewhere to make this official.”

I squealed, slowing because I couldn’t keep up with Matty in my heels.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“Are you sure? We don’t have to do this.”

“Yes, we do.” I bit my bottom lip, trying to hide my excitement, or nervousness. I wasn’t sure which one it was because I was too high on the Vegas lights to care about the consequences.

All I cared about was going on this adventure with my soon-to-be husband.

Chapter 19

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