Page 140 of Every Move You Make

We’re getting married!

The evening plays out like a dream, and I’m sure it would have been lovely if we hadn’t just agreed to marry each other, but it’s like I’m floating with them. I don’t care that some of Rafael’s Mexican family are watching the three of us with concerned looks as we dance and kiss all night long. I don’t care that Jonah took his shirt off and jumped into the reflecting pool. I don’t care that Dane’s normal scowlis mysteriously replaced by a smile as he stands by the bar, watching Joaquín lower himself to the dance floor as everyone getsa little bit softer now. A little bit softer now.

I most certainly don’t care that Robyn is dancing like a weirdo—like a beautiful, ridiculous weirdo.

She’s our weirdo. She’s our bad dancer.

And her kissing is just so bad, I think we’ll have to spend the rest of our lives practicing with her.

When the private driver I hired shows up around midnight, the three of us, covered in sweat and bliss, pile into the back. And when our driver pulls up to a different hotel than the one Isaiah and Robyn thought we were going to, they catch their breaths.

“Where are we?” she asks as we make our way through the historic lobby.

“Well, I sort of had a different plan for us tonight, and this was the closest hotel that had the suite that I wanted.”

“We had a suite in the first place,” Isaiah adds.

“Yeah,” I drawl. “But it wasn’t exactly the one I wanted.” The hotel front desk agent hands me the key and we head for the elevator. When we get to our floor and find the last room, their eyes round when they read the sign on the door.

Honeymoon Suite.

“Dell,” Isaiah exhales, but I simply pull him inside as he pulls Robyn.

“I’m sorry. I may have had a different vision for how tonight’s proposal was going to go. I may have jumped the gun.” I flip on the light switches to reveal warm light casting over sandstone tile floors, tan velvet drapes bracketing large double doors that lead out to a private patio and illuminated pool, and an arched ceiling with glittering teal and gold mosaic tile. There are deep red and chocolate brown rugs throughout, with a fireplace and small living room next to a large, inviting bed. On the table, champagnesits in a silver ice bucket next to three flutes.

“Dell,” they both whisper in awe.

“It’s pretty great, isn’t it?”

“I love it,” Robyn says.

Isaiah’s warm hand cradles mine. “Someone was a little eager.”

“I’ll make sure we have an even better one on our actual honeymoon.”

“And our stuff is already here?” Robyn asks excitedly when she peers around the corner.

I come up behind her, skimming her hips over the silk of her dress and pressing my growing erection into her backside. “You won’t need any of that.”

“What’s this?” she asks, ignoring my efforts. Two small gift boxes sit on the dresser. She grabs one wrapped in cream and gold paper.

“Those would be your engagement rings. Though, I thought they’d be wedding rings tonight.”

Beaming, Robyn snatches the black and gold box and hands it to Isaiah before hauling us to the bed and tearing her gift open like a five-year-old. As soon as the ring box is pulled from the box, she lets out a high-pitch squeal and flings it open to reveal a three-carat oval cut diamond ring.

“Holy shit! This is beautiful!”

“I’m glad you like it. It was my grandmother’s. I had it redesigned to be a little more modern and… more like you.”

Robyn nudges Isaiah, who’s sitting there slack-jawed. “Open yours,” she demands with crazy eyes.

He shakes out of it and tears into it. A single thick, gold band with a line of black diamonds running through the middle shines up at him from its cushion.

I really took a risk with his ring since I had no idea what kind of jewelry he likes. He always says he likes mine, but I didn’t know how that translated to his style.

“If you don’t like it we can return it and get—”

As quick as my anxiety came on, it’s squashed when he wraps me up in that delicious bear hug of his. “It’s perfect,” he murmurs into my neck, his full beard soft yet coarse against my skin. He pulls away just enough to find my eyes. “I can’t believe you did all this. I never thought I’d ever be proposed to.”

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