Page 127 of Falling into Place
Everyone cheered, the sound thundering through his body as he held her close, grinning like a fool and certain he’d never been this happy.
After celebrating with his sisters and their friends for what felt like forever, Brooks finally got Carly the hell out of there and took her back to their house. Other than demanding the answers to the otherquestions (when he fell in love with her: the day he found the jeans in her closet; and which body part was his favorite: her eyes), she stared at the ring the entire ride home and yanked him up against the front door with her before he could even get it open.
“I love you so much,” she said into his mouth. “I can’t believe you.”
Her lips and hands were everywhere, and he had trouble forming a coherent response.
Finally, he got her inside before the neighbors got an eyeful, and she paused in the entryway. “So, um ...”
He raised his brows. “So?”
She folded her hands behind her back. “I know we haven’t done it in a while, but ... I’m sort of in the mood for ... you know.” She shot him a meaningful look.
He grinned. “Yeah?”
She bit her lip and nodded.
“Get your ass in the bedroom, then,” he said, locking the door and tossing his keys on the table. “I’ll get the jeans and meet you there.”
