Page 256 of Things We Left Behind
A second later, she hurled herself into my arms, knocking me back a step.
“I’m taking this as a yes?” I said between the kisses she landed on my cheeks and mouth.
She pulled back and cupped my face in her hands. “Yes!” she shouted.
I chuckled softly. “Let me put the ring on you, Pix.”
“God, I wish you hadn’t just had a penisectomy,” she said, holding out one shaking hand.
We would be editing that out of the engagement video, I decided as I slid the cool, smooth band onto her finger.
“Jesus. It weighs, like, five pounds,” she said, reverently holding her hand up so the greedy diamond could catch the spring sunlight.
“I’ll get you another one to wear on the other hand so you’ll be even,” I promised as a joy I’d never known bloomed inside my chest.
“Lucian?” she said, her voice breaking.
“You’re not having second thoughts already, are you? I thought the whole vasectomy reversal thing would buy me until at least tomorrow before you started panicking.”
She shook her head, fresh tears falling. “There’s something you need to know.”
I held her by the upper arms. “What? I’ll fix it or buy it or destroy it.”
“I love you.”
Her words, the sincerity behind them, had my stomach throwing itself off a cliff.
“Say it again,” I ordered gruffly.
Her smile was a sunbeam that warmed the darkest corners of my heart.
“I love you, Lucian Freaking Rollins. I always have. I always will.”
I kissed her. Hard. I crushed my mouth to hers as I yanked her body to mine.
“Chief, we’ve got a 10–91A of the rooster variety at the Pop ’N Stop again.” The static-filled radio announcement drowned out Shania.
“Shit, sorry, Lucy,” Nash said through the bullhorn.
Sloane grinned up at me, and once again, I basked in the feeling of being the hero instead of the villain. “Your smile makes me love you even more,” I confessed.
“Back at you, big guy.”
“I can’t wait to wake up tomorrow and remember this,” I admitted.
“I love you, Lucian. Even if you wear suits to bed and are snooty about peanut butter brands.”
“And I love you, Sloane. Even if you drive me absolutely insane twenty-four hours a day for the rest of my life.”
“I really wish we could have sex right now,” she said. “But I appreciate the long game.”
“I’ll make up for it the second the doctor or Google gives the okay. Whichever is first.”
I kissed her again, long and hard.
“Naomi is gonna kick my ass for not telling her about this,” I heard Knox mutter distantly.
“Just tell her it was man code,” Nash advised.
