Page 42 of One More Kiss

I stare at him. He stares back.

"Do you—"

"I do," he tells me, cutting me off.

"But—"

"We'll figure it out."

"How can you—"

"I love you. That should answer any question you have."

I gape.

"I think you love me too." He cups my cheek. "Do you, Jen?"

I nod.

He smiles. "Tell me."

I swallow. "Oh man."

He chuckles.

"I do. Love you, I mean," I admit. He makes it so easy.

He pulls me into a hug. "So, marry me. You're the best thing in my life and I can't see that ever changing."

I lean back, looking up into his gray eyes, searching for the truth of his words. It's exactly what I see.

"Yes," I whisper.

"Yes?" he laughs.

I nod. "Yes."

He hugs me tight; we laugh.

"Where?" I ask.

"First place we see. I'm not giving you any time to change your mind," he tells me.

I've been wanting this for so many years. "I won't."

He kisses me, just a light press of his lips. It's magical.

"We don't have rings," I tell him.

"Damn. I don't want to get something shitty for you, either." He pauses. "I've got an idea. We'll worry about that after we say I do."

We get married by skinny Elvis, and I cry a little even as I laugh with him. He wipes the tears, then kisses me, and we're man and wife.

Then Zane takes me to a tattoo shop.

"What are we doing here?" I ask. "Last time you took me to get a tattoo, I ended up with a unicorn on my ass."

The tatted and bearded artist inside the shop laughs. "Classic."

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