Page 94 of Hot Receiver

“Uh, guys, we’re gonna get started in a second, but before we blow you away with some new music, my friend Zak here has something to say,” Brixton bellows into the microphone.

I can’t stop the smile from tugging at my lips.

It widens when Brixton hands me the mic.

I almost drop it because my palms are so damn sweaty.

Strobe lights make it almost impossible to see, the throbbing pulse in my throat preventing me from sucking in oxygen. I raise the mic, squinting until I find Matt’s face in the crowd. He stares at me like I have a dick sticking out of my forehead, and I get it.

I’m not the guy who likes to be on stage or anywhere as the center of attention.

And yet, here I am.

I clear my throat. “If anyone asked me when I walked in here tonight if I’d be remotely close to this stage, then I’d have said hell no. I like to fly under the radar and stay out of the spotlight. But something in the air led me up here to ask a question. Matt Harrison, can you come up to the stage?”

I can see the guys exchange looks and shrugs, but Matt ignores them and walks toward me. The overhead lights cast a glow on his hair, his blue eyes glittering as they latch onto mine. He stops right at the front of the stage and then jumps up so he’s standing right next to me.

“I’ve been in love with you for eight years. I’ve also hated you for a good part of that.” I shrug. “But sometimes, the line between love and hate can be really gray.”

He laughs. “God, I fucking love you.”

“Nothing about our story was easy, but this decision is theeasiest one I’ve ever made. I want you, I need you, and I can’t live without you.” I drop to one knee and take his hand.

“Uh, that’s a little over the top, don’t you think?” He waggles his eyebrows at me as he tosses my own words right back.

“Not at all. And I’m saying it in front of all these people, so they know how crazy about you I am. So, Matt Harrison, will you marry me?”

“Oh, so now you’re ready?” he murmurs so only I can hear him.

“Nope. I’ve been ready for a long time.

“Me, too. And yes, I’ll marry you.”

The crowd erupts into deafening cheers.

Matt pulls me up and our lips crush together like they’ve been starved for contact, even though we had a quickie at the hotel right before coming here.

“That was pretty damn epic,” Matt whispers against my lips.

“Go big or go home, right?”

He rewards me with a smile that can rival the sun.

“Fucking A right.”

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