Page 118 of How to Get Revenge on a Cheating Ex
“Zack.” I slap his arm, and he turns that lethal grin on me.
He holds out a hand and helps me sit upright, while he takes a seat next to me on my towel. He’d been working, and his hairis plastered to his forehead, and sweat trickles down his neck as his gaze darkens. “Am I too disgustingly sweaty to kiss you?”
I grab his sweaty T-shirt and pull him in close. “Never.”
He smiles against my lips before giving me the sort of long, slow kiss I adore.
It’s the kind of kiss that says we have all the time in the world. That he’s not going anywhere, and he plans to cherish me until the end of time.
Because he does. I know this. I may have put the kibosh on a proposal last summer, but my ridiculous, over-the-top boyfriend has been bringing it up more and more as graduation drew closer.
Is it time yet? Am I allowed to ask now?He’s kidding.
Mostly.
I think.
Although his mom did inform me that he’d asked for his grandma’s old ring approximately three minutes after we officially became a couple.
And he makes fun ofmefor being the long-term planner.
I grudgingly pull back from his kiss because right now, I’m way more impatient to find out the answer. “How’d it go?”
His grin says it all.
I clutch his shoulders. “Yeah?”
He nods and I throw my arms around him with a squeal that makes him laugh and has both of us toppling back onto the towel.
I drop kisses all over his face and his arms wrap around my waist.
“He said yes. With conditions.” Zack’s smile is too sexy not to kiss.
Turns out, Zack’s wildly ambitious when he’s properly motivated. Last summer, his whole extended family was sohappy we were official, we started hanging out here at the lake more often.
I’m not gonna lie. It hasn’t been all hunky dory. His dad is still a sensitive topic. But it seems like Uncle Ray and his sons have been more than happy to meet Zack where he’s at.
So, Zack started working for Uncle Ray, fixing up the lake property, and then doing some odd jobs for his son’s new home.
Zack figured out pretty quickly that it’s not just cars he’s great at repairing. He may not be book smart, but he’s a freakin’ genius working with his hands. His family noticed this too.
And did I mention that his dad’s whole side of the family is in construction in some form or another?
So when we found out that I got into my dream school, Brown University, a few hours away, Zack hatched a new plan.
I’m pretty sure his mom helped to start the conversation, because apparently she’s just as psyched as we are at the idea of us staying together during college.
Not that we couldn’t do long distance. We totally could.
But I don’t want to, and neither does Zack.
And as Zack put it…construction happens everywhere, right?
So he and his great uncle made a deal. If he worked hard for the family during the year, he’d pull some strings, and make some calls, and try to get him a job with a company near my school.
“He even offered to give me a loan so I’ll have enough for first months’ rent before we get there.” Zack’s laughing as he talks because I haven’t stopped peppering him with kisses.
And I don’t plan to anytime soon.
