Page 94 of Wild For You

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Erin

This must be the biggest, most ridiculous and embarrassing moment of my life. The one that is surely going to haunt me for as long as I exist.

I stare at the screen and inwardly cringe, the words barely squeezing past my lips. “When did you record this?”

“Three weeks ago,” Cash says with an annoying grin. “It gets really good. Just wait for it.”

Did he just say ‘weeks?’

I fight the urge to cover my eyes as I take in the way I cling to his chest, my eyes glazed over like I’m drunk.

But I’m not drunk.

I’m still asleep with my eyes open. He’s standing next to me, his arm raised to record us on his phone. Judging from the way his cell phone shakes a few times, he’s having the laugh of his life.

“Now, Erin, please repeat what you just asked me.” Cash briefly zooms in on himself, and I catch his big ass grin for a second before I’m back in the video.

“Cash,” I say. “You’re easily the hottest guy I’ve ever met in my life.”

Oh, hell no! I didn’t admit that he’s the hottest guy I’ve ever met within days of sleeping with him.

I’m surprised he hasn’t run for the hills yet.

“And?” Cash prompts in the video, drawing out the word.

“It’s seriously hard to stay away from you, which is why I’m proposing.”

Looking at the camera again, he grins. I almost expect him to make the thumbs-up sign, but he doesn’t. “You’re proposing? Tome?”

Video me starts to nod eagerly. “Oh yeah. Big time.”

What the heck?

I stop the video. My whole body’s burning from sheer mortification. Closing my eyes, I force slow breaths into my lungs, but no oxygen reaches my brain.

“Please don’t tell me I proposed to you,” I whisper.

“You did,” Cash says. “That took guts.”

I shake my head. “I must have been drunk. Or something hit me over the head. Because there’s absolutely no other reasonable explanation for it.”

“Actually, you weren’t any of those things. I believe the correct term is sleep walking. Now, watch this. This is my favorite part.” He resumes playing the video, and like someone strapped to a chair, with their eyes forced wide open, I’m forced to watch myself rambling on with excitement.

“They call it lovestruck. I was struck by a tractor, but I never got the love. Why waste time waiting, Cash? I want to marry you and have your babies. And have sex every day.”

“My babies?” Cash is laughing in the video. “Not bad. How many exactly are we talking about? Just asking to make sure we have enough room in the house.”

My cheeks begin to burn as I catch the happy glow on my face. “Four? Five? I would want to name them Josh, Jenny, Maggie, Becks.”

I sound as though I’ve given this plenty of thought.

“You would be happy living here with me?” Cash asks in the video.

“Yeah. As long as we get to have sex every day. Love struck, remember?” I nod like a complete idiot. “I can’t imagine being anywhere else but here, with you.”

“And do you know who I am?” Cash asks, zooming closer.

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