“I meant what I said this morning,” Kyle proclaimed, his shoulders back, eyes on mine. “Marry me, Madelyn. Move in with me. Start a new life with me. I know I come with a lot of fanfare. I can’t promise you won’t want to throttle the paparazzi sometimes, that the media won’t want a piece of you and, yes, a piece of Sebastian, too. But I promise I will protect you from them and only allow as much attention as you want. If you want to watch me play, I’ll have seats for you and Sebastian both. If you never want to step foot in a stadium, then I’ll rush home to you after each and every game.
BRO IM CRYING OMG
