Page 197 of Can't Always Get What You Want

We do that.

We institutedSex Saturdayto keep things interesting so we’re regularly banging—and I highly recommend it with a busy schedule. Ha!

“And,” Luca adds, loud enough for the couple near the apple display to hear, “I’d really love to keep doing those things as your husband.”

My legs wobble.

Bottom lip shakes.

I am two seconds away from ugly crying!

“I am so in love you, Nova Montagalo. You are my person. The love of my life, the thorn in my side, and the person I want to wake up next to every morning—morning breath and all. I’ve been yours since the first time you rolled your eyes at me.

So…” He pops the top on the red box with trembling hands and a dramatic flourish. “Will you marry me?”

I stare at the diamond.

It glistens, sparkles, and shines.

It’s frickin’ huge!

“Holy shit,” I breathe out.

“Is that a yes?” he asks, voice cracking in a worried way—as if he’s actually, seriously crazy enough to worry I’d say no!

IS HE OUT OF HIS MIND?!

“Yes!” I gasp, vibrating. “Obviously, yes!”

Luca slips the ring on my finger—his hands are shaking so badly he misses my finger and gets my thumb on the first try—and I grab the front of his hoodie, yanking him in for a kiss that earns awhoopfrom everyone who has now gathered in aisle three.

Those surrounding us and caught the entire proposal begin clapping, including an enthusiastic toddler pushing a tiny, pink doll stroller.

I go down on my knees so I can kiss Luca’s face, placing a smooch on the tip of his nose.

Near his eye.

Corner of his mouth.

I cup his face between my eyes. “Want to know a secret?”

His big, brown eyes get wider. “You’re pregnant?”

Jeez.Seriously?

“No!” I laugh. “I can’t believe you proposed to me, because I’ve been thinking about proposing to you!”

Luca’s mouth drops open. “Wait—what?”

I nod, biting back a grin. “I was going to do it next weekend. I already had a whole plan. Champagne. Candlelight. Poppy was going to play guitar.”

His brow furrows. “Poppy doesn’t play guitar.”

“Iknow.That’s why it was going to be memorable.”

He continues blinking, the poor man. “You were going to propose tome?”

“Of course I was, you dumb beautiful man.” I boop his nose. “I love you. I didn’t want to wait.”

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