Page 107 of Make Her Mine

I laugh. Not only because I’m sure a couple of weeks ago she would’ve loved torturing me while I was hung over. But also because I am getting a glimpse at my future. I know I’m going to have dozens of notes with little hearts and Hs collected in my bedside table.

I open that drawer now and drop the note inside.

I partake of all of the items left out for me before padding into the bathroom and cleaning up for the day.

After a shower, plus the electrolytes and ibuprofen hitting my system, I’m halfway back to normal twenty minutes later.

In the kitchen, I find bread and peanut butter sitting next to the toaster and another note that says Made you breakfast. Some assembly required.

I laugh and shake my head.

There’s no way I can’t be in love with this woman.

I find my phone on the counter and type out a text to her.

I assume I rocked your world last night and you can’t stop grinning, remembering it. And that you’re walking a little funny.

She answers my text within a few seconds. There’s a sweating faced emoji and then she says, that’s quite a dream you had. I had similar plans for you, but you passed out on me while I was brushing my teeth.

Yeah, that’s what I was afraid of.

Her: I take it you don’t remember the filthy things you said to me on our way up to the bedroom.

Me: Please remind me.

Her: Maybe this will keep you from the tequila shots in the future.

Me: If you come home right now, I can do my best to re-create it.

She sends me a blushing emoji and says, helping my mom with the wedding cake but now I’m thinking about THAT again so thanks for that.

I chuckle. You’re welcome. Want me to add a few things to it?

Her: No, I don’t. Not when I can’t get you alone for several hours.

That’s fair. We both have a lot to do today and the last thing I need is going through all the wedding prep with an erection.

Me: Okay, but all your dances are spoken for tonight.

Her: Ditto.

I grin. I like possessive Harlow.

Her: Also, the charges were dropped.

The charges. Now it comes back to me. Not only did Harlow punch Zach, but he threatened to press charges. That fucker. I would’ve happily gone to talk to him today about that.

Your dad? I ask.

Her: No. He doesn’t like to use his authority that way.

Her: My mom.

I chuckle. Despite his badge and gun, Peyton is much scarier than Scott. And another little bit from last night flickers through my mind.

Did I ask your dad if I can marry you? I ask her. I hesitate before sending, but then push the button.

You did.

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