The Unhoneymooners (Unhoneymooners, #1)

by Christina Lauren

there is only the confusing truth that holding his hand down here isn’t just tolerable, it’s nice.

I knew he was a book lover, but to be the same kind of book lover I am? It makes my insides melt.

we pull into the dusty lot of Cheeseburger Maui—which boasts $1.99 Mai Tai Wednesdays. This is thrilling as it is Wednesday and I am broke.

“I think it would have been delusional for me to think I could ever get this lucky.”

“Good. Because I’m sort of crazy about you.” Holding my breath, I quietly admit, “I’m crazy about you, too.”

Something inside me uncoils because I was happy to be home, but now I’m giddy. I feel more myself with him than without,

“I really like you,” he says quietly. He closes his eyes and drags a hand through his hair. “I am crazy about you, actually.”

“I’m his wife, Ami.” Ami stretches out her hand. “Which one are you?”

“Excuse me, Dane,” Ami says sweetly, “I’m in the middle of introducing myself to one of your girlfriends.”

Oh my God. My sister is currently blowing up Dane’s game, and she doesn’t even need a checklist to do it. This is nuclear-level madness.

“Olive,” he says quietly, voice thick with apology. “Don’t,” I say. I have a sister inside who needs me and have zero time for him or his worthless brother. “Take Dane with you when you go.”

I don’t think I’ve ever liked myself more than I do now. It’s the strangest feeling to be proud simply because I’m taking care of me and mine. Is this what it’s like to grow up?

“I want you to know I’m proud of you,” she says. “I see all the changes you’re making.”

“That day, I believe, was the day I fell in love with you.”

“And I miss you, so much. I wanted to tell you how sorry I am.” “Here?” I ask. “Here.” “While I’m working?” “While you’re working.”

Ethan is here. Ethan Thomas is grand-gesturing in an ugly shirt, with a fake mai tai glass.

I don’t think I’ve ever imagined happiness like this.

And it’s fitting that this time Olive and I are headed to Maui, I’ve got a real ring in my pocket.

she’s still the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

Olive deserves every bit of bliss this world has to offer.

Now I just have to get her to agree to marry me.

I’ve spent the last few days agonizing over when to propose, but it occurs to me that this is when I do it: in this quiet space, where we’re just us, having a perfect night.

“Will you marry me, Oscar Olivia Torres?” Her eyes close and a tear breaks loose. “Yes.”