Page 327 of Shadowman
“We’re already living together.” I shrug.
“That’s true…” he hums, chewing his bottom lip.
“We’re hopelessly in love…” I grab his hand from across the table and suck salt and burger grease off of his finger. He chuckles. “And we have the most earth-shattering sex known to mankind.”
An old lady at the table next to ours gasps and makes a face.
Byron laughs some more. “Also, very true.”
“Plus, all our friends are doing it.” I grin. “We don’t want to be left out…”
“No, we do not,” he croons, playing with my fingers.
“So, what do you think?” I bat my eyelashes at him.
He’s quiet for a moment, clearly in deep thought before he says, “Well, I’d have to ask you first…” He cocks a brow. “We’re not just popping down to the courthouse.”
I purse my lips. “No?”
He shakes his head.
“You want it to beromantic, sweet fury?”
“Oh, I’m gonna sweep you off your feet, Vi.” He beams. “You better be ready.”
“I am so ready.”
My gut is swarming with thrill as he smirks. “On your mark…”
“Get set…” I whisper, biting my lip.
Go.
3 months later…
It’s official. I can’t believe it…I’m so excited I could dance!
Okay, maybe not. But still, I am pretty fired up.
Trevel and I have officially moved into my grandfather’s penthouse apartment! Also known as the place where I grew up,minusmy asshole parents.
It went down like this. We were in Seoul visiting my sister when we heard the news… My parents were retiring and moving back to South Korea.
I hadn’t seen them since Trevel and I came back from the island, though I did speak to them on the phone a couple of times. Apparently, I was one of very few inmates in Alabaster Pen who got amysterious missing personstory rather than adeathstory. Meaning, when I returned, I was able to explain my disappearance by making up some excuse about moving to Canada on a whim. And because my family has never given much of a crap about me, they accepted the nonsense without a blink of skepticism.
Ridiculous, but whatever. Works for me.
When Trevel started raving about wanting to visit Seoul, I figured it would be the perfect time to officially come out to my family—and less nerve-racking with only my sister. She could relay the message to Mom and Dad. Kind of a cop-out, but at least I was doing it.
Turns out, me being bisexual wasn’t the only family bomb being dropped during the trip. My sister revealed that myparents had been planning to retire and move back to Seoul anyway, and since I was back, I could take over the penthouse. Needless to say, I was completely bamboozled.
My father hasalwayswanted to sell the place and pocket the money.The fact that he’s suddenly giving up the fight and just handing it to me is a thousand times crazier than the idea of me being bisexual ever was.
The moment we returned from Seoul, I planned to race home and talk to my dad. Seriously, the plane was barely on the ground at JFK, and I was on a mission. I needed to hear the news straight from the horse’s mouth, because if it was true… Well, that meant my man and I would officially own a four-bedroom, two bath penthouse on the twenty-fifth floor of a stunning building off Central Park West that belonged to my favorite person ever.With a doorman and everything!
I dragged Trevel along with me, and let’s just say, he had his reservations. He was more nervous than I was.It was adorable.
“I just think this is a private family conversation.” He continued to gripe the entire way there. “Not the best moment to introduce your historically unsupportive parents to a boyfriend for the first time…”
