“Dead fucking serious. It might be titled ‘Thunderhawks girl’, but it gets the job done. I know you. And you know me. Did we go about it in an unconventional way? Without a doubt. It doesn’t change the fact that you are the most perfect person for me, Avery, and I’d be lucky if you tormented me for the rest of my life.” “The rest of your life?” Her palms move to my back, rubbing over my shirt and across my shoulders. The noise from the crowd quiets. The lights dim. In a sea of thousands, all I see is her. “I think I’d like that.”
