Page 132 of The Other Guy

We haven’t moved in together yet, but we’re talking about it and have decided that when we’re both ready (which is pretty much now) I’ll move into his place. Besides, he remodeled his bathroom with my suggestions — it’s perfect and I can’t imagine living anywhere else. It’s close to Kyle and the store. His gym isn’t far away, either. And Toby loves it there.

Our road to get here wasn’t normal. After all, he was the other guy.

“I love you,” he whispers, kissing my cheek.

“I love you, too.”

“I’m so lucky to be the other guy.”

I gasp. “Holy crap, I was just thinking that!”

“Yeah? Maybe we definitely are M.F.E.O.”

“Oh, we are for sure.”

“You gonna marry me someday, become Sierra Cole?”

I sit back in my chair and look up at him. “Is that a proposal?”

“No. I’ll do better than that. Just feeling you out.”

“You don’t need to do better than that, Mr. Cole. I’m not about fireworks and big shows.”

“What if I want to give you fireworks? I want to give you everything.”

I snuggle deeper into his side and kiss his chest. “You do. Every day.”

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