Page 75 of Love Potion

I squeeze his hand. “Promise.”

“Okay.”

I lean in and kiss his cheek. “I do think it’s only fair that I warn you about something though.”

“What?”

“I’ve been holding back a long time, Jerr, and now that I don’t have to, you’re gonna feel the full force of my feelings for you. You deserve to be romanced, and that’s what I’m gonna do.”

He blushes a bit, nodding. “Okay. That means I can do the same, right?”

“Bring it on, sweet thing.”

I hand him his coffee again and he sips it, glancing at my naked body a few times.

“Can we shower together again?”

“Yep. Every day if you want. On Sunday mornings, we can take a bath before brunch and spend the day doing whatever you like. Museums, art galleries, Comic-Con, whatever.”

“What about what you like?”

“Babe, I’ve spent my life doing what I like, and none of it comes close to being your man. When I said you deserve to be romanced, I meant it. I’m gonna make you so happy.”

“I’m already happy. It’s important to me that we do things you like too.”

“Jerr, what things do I like? Video games, eating, and hanging out with you. I’m sure there’ll still be plenty of all that.”

He chuckles. “I guess you’re right.”

After a pause, I smile. “I can’t wait to tell our parents. Wanna bet one of them says it’s about time?”

“My mom for sure.” He grins. “Maybe your mom too.”

“Both of them. At least we have news.”

“Finally. Hopefully my mom doesn’t start bugging me about marriage. She’s still obsessed.”

I tilt my head. “We could…” I shrug as my throat clogs with emotions. Marrying Jerryn would be a dream come true, but is it something he could even see himself doing? Neither of us has ever talked about it.

“Could what?”

“Have a wedding.” I clear my throat. “Get married.”

His face goes blank, but his cheeks turn bright red. “Bane…”

“If you wanted to. I’d love it.”

He opens his mouth like he’s going to speak, but no words come out.

“This isn’t a proposal. Not one you deserve. I’d ask properly.”

His eyes turn glassy as his teeth graze his bottom lip.

“Speak to me, Jerr. Too much?”

“You…” His lips tremble as he tries to get words out. “You want to marry me?”

The too-big feeling in my chest blooms, filling me with so much love and rightness that it makes me lightheaded. “God, yes. It would be amazing to be your husband. Saying it out loud is incredible. I don’t think I knew how much I wanted that until right this minute.”

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