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“The harder they buck, the happier I am.”
“Your dad made it seem like you were going to put me on a leash.” “Only if you’re into that kind of thing.”
“Please, Summer. Make my day. Tell me he’s in time out. Tell me he’s a thirty-two-year-old man with a full-time nanny.”
“Are you always this monosyllabic? Or is this special just for me?”
We don’t look at each other as we walk, but he touches my shoulder gently and gestures me across his body. He moves me to the opposite side of him before taking up position by the road.
I roll my eyes at him and then turn my attention to Summer as I take another sip of the milky disaster in my hand. She’s smiling at me now. And as much as I hate to admit it, I like her eyes on me.
And just like that, I think I have my first gym crush.
There’s something about a man who is damn good at what he does that holds an appeal for me. Every step is sure. Practiced. Full of confidence.
“You’re pure magic up there. Of course, you will. Now put your cream on and go to bed.” My chest warms as she reaches for the knob, and suddenly I don’t want her to leave at all. I want to hear all about how I look to her.
“Careful. Your dad told me to keep my hands off you.” “Yeah, well, he didn’t tell me to keep my hands off you.”
“I’m finding I don’t really care what people think where you’re concerned.”
Rhett growls and dusts his lips across mine. Tingles shoot out like electricity, like
every bristled point that touches me sends a spark dancing, twirling across my skin. Singeing every nerve ending.
His pinky finger wraps around mine tenderly before he moves his hand to the small of my back, guiding me safely across the road and making my chest flutter.
Summer: Please don’t do anything stupid while I’m at the staff meeting. I trust you to hold it together for one afternoon. Rhett: Shit, Princess. I don’t know. I might go crazy without you. Summer: For ducks’ sake. Summer: Duck Summer: *Duck Summer: FUCK. Ugh. Why can’t my phone learn that word? I’ll be back around dinnertime. Rhett: Quack.
There isn’t a single other woman I want to play this game with.
I’m finding I want nothing more than to be near him.
With everyone around me screaming his name and cheering for him, someone who’s been theirs for over a decade now, he feels like mine. Because he’s staring at me.
“Having you think I’m out fucking everything that moves when I’ve looked at nothing and no one since the first day I laid eyes on you. I stepped into that godforsaken boardroom, and you practically demanded I become obsessed with you.”
“Now, tell me honestly, Summer. If this were your last moment on earth, what would you want me to do?” I don’t even need to think about it. I know what I want from him. “Ruin me.” “Good. I’m about fucking done being a gentleman with you. And the only thing I’m ruining you for is anyone else.”
All I want is her.
“I’m tired of doing what I should and ignoring what I want. And what I want is you. Inside me. All around me. I want you with me. And I want to be the only one.”
“You’ve got me, Princess. Only you, I promise,”
He’s connected the freckles to say Mine. And God, in this moment, I feel like that might be true.
I’m not sure how I fell so hard, and so fast. I’m not sure of anything, really. My career. My health. But I’m pretty fucking sure Summer is a game-changer in more ways than one.
I’m hit with a realization that sends me reeling. Summer wasn’t just made for me. She’s it for me.
“But I want to make one thing clear. I am not possessive. I am protective. And I’ll never stop protecting you. I’d hit that fucker again in a heartbeat if it meant keeping him from talking to you that way.”
“Tell me what to do, Summer. Tell me, and I’ll do it. Was I unclear before? Because I want to be crystal clear now. I love you. I loved you the moment you walked into that boardroom and smirked at me like you knew something I didn’t. It bothered me, and I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Wanting to know what you know. I fixated on it, but I think I was just fixated on you.”
Think about being everything with me. I’ll keep coming back, no matter what. You’re my priority. I’ll keep trying because I’m not quitting on you. Ever.”
I’d want him to know I love him too. Every stupid, impulsive, broken bone in his body.
Summer: Good luck tonight. Rhett: I love you.
I want to spend the rest of my life staring at her. Then she mouths, I love you.
The woman in front of me is the center of my attention. The center of my universe.
Choosing each other. Finding each other. Showing up for each other. And everything about the moment is flawless.
the words Will you marry me? written on her back.
I drop to one knee and hold up the ring in my hand—a canary solitaire with smaller diamond points to make it look like a star—and I might as well be holding up my heart. Because this girl owns every bit of me. And she has from the first day she smirked at me.
Seeing her happy is everything. And I’m happy too, because I get to be stuck in her orbit for the rest of my life.
