Page 100 of A Game Plan for Love

“Oh, yes.” I squeeze her hand, then return to the dishes. “Your turn.”

She hums. “I used to kiss my Justin Bieber poster every night before I went to bed, and I have a whole Pinterest board dedicated to our wedding.”

I spin, faster than lightning in her hold. “You’re joking.”

“I’m not.” She grimaces, “I would write ‘Adeline Elizabeth Beiber’ in all of my notebooks and would read fanfiction where he sawmeat his concert and decided I belonged to him.”

Wordlessly, I take her hand and drag her to the basement. She tugs on my arm and protests the whole way, but I shove her into one of the large movie theatre seats and flick on the projector and karaoke system in the back.

“Today is your lucky day,” I say as I set up. This machine saw a lot of use during the offseason when my friends were all away and I had nothing else to do. It just so happens the last owners had a daughter who alsoworshipedJustin, so I know the words to every single song.

And now I’m going to serenade the shit out of my girlfriend.

“Is this my surprise?” she asks, perched at the edge of her seat with thinly veiled amusement

“No.” A cocky smile tugs at my lips. “This is your dream come true, baby.”

Her eyebrows crunch, and I take position, head tilted back, microphone in the air, and a hand on my hip. When the first note hits the air, Addie screams, leaps from her seat, and then scrambles back.

I hit the first ‘ohh’ perfectly.

Somebody To Loveplays in the background, the words displayed against the back wall with the projector, but I don’t need the words, and I shimmy and shake around my makeshift stage.

I sing, trailing my hand across her shoulder as I move around her chair.

She squeals, clapping when I turn my back to her and shake my ass. My dance moves are shit, but I put my whole body and soul into the song. Her laughter is hearty as I continue to sing, moving closer to her until our lips are inches apart.

I hold the microphone between us.

“Is the one I’ve been waiting for out in the crowd?”I call out.

Addie waves her hand in the air, fully invested in the bit. “She’s right here!”

I drop a kiss to her lips, then finish the song with flair—I throw my arms out and bow deeply.

When I rise, Addie launches from her recliner and into my arms. She giggles loudly as her legs wrap around my hips. Her eyes are the most beautiful shade of hazel—a forest of green and brown I could spend the rest of my life exploring.

“Where did you learn that?!” she screams, an excited, slightly manic smile overtaking her face. “Do you know more? Are you opposed to taking your shirt off while you sing the next one?” She fans herself, then whispers, “I’ve never been so turned on in my life.”

I kiss her temple. “I’ll sing for you every night if that’s what you want. The machine has every song he’s ever written.”

“It hasBeauty and the Beat?” She slides down my chest. “Got another microphone?” I hand her a microphone, and it’s like she turns into a brand new person. She shakes out her hair and pops a pose, like she’s Lizzy McGuire singing in the Colosseum. “Hit it, baby!”

Uh…Alright.

The music begins to play, and it becomes glaringly obvious where Nora got her flair. Addie steals the show, singing both Justin and Nicki’s parts, leaving no room for me to join in. Not that I mind. She’s electric as she sings and dances—joy and excitement pour out of her.

She hits Nicki’s verse, and before I can comprehend what she’s doing, she rips down her pajama shorts to moon me. “Buns out!” she screams, shaking her bare ass, right before she points at my dick and yells, “Wiener.”

Well, if I weren’t already madly in love with her, that would have done it.

I stare in a lovestruck daze as she wiggles her shorts back up and bounces around, dancing wild and free, singing without a care in the world. When she finishes, she lands in my lap and presses a sloppy kiss to my lips.

“The last few months with you have been the happiest of my life,” she admits, eyes crinkling at the corners from her wide smile.

“Do you want your surprise now?” I ask. Her gaze drops to my dick with a hungry look in her eyes.

“Is it wrapped in a bow?” Her tongue darts out to coat her lips, and I have to swallow a groan when her hips grind against me.

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