P.S. I Loathe You

by Isla Olsen

“Alright, fine. Yes, for some reason that I’m finding absolutely impossible to fathom, I’ve managed to fall in love with you.” I smile. “Ditto.” Devon screws his face up. “Hell no. You’re not getting out of this by ripping off Ghost. Say it back properly!” I groan. “Do I really have to?” “Yes, you really have to,” he says, eyes narrowed. “Okay, okay.” I draw in a deep breath, steadying myself. “I sort of…maybe…” “Sort of…maybe?” Devon echoes, clearly unimpressed. “Okay, fine! I love you,” I blurt out. “There we go—don’t expect me to ever say it again.”

“You can delete the recording,” I tell him. “You don’t need it anymore.” Ducking my head again, I brush my lips against his ear, murmuring, “I love you.”

“What’s going on over here?” Millie asks curiously as she and Kira approach. “Devon broke my arse,” I explain. “I can’t sit down.” I was all for being discrete earlier, but then he made fun of me and now he has to pay. Millie almost chokes on her wine as she snorts with laughter; Kira, meanwhile, looks like she’d be perfectly happy if the earth just opened up and swallowed her whole right now. And Devon, of course, is glaring at me, his face beet-red.

All I can do is stare, completely in awe of what’s happening. “There’s a ring on my finger.” “You’re incredibly observant this morning,” Wes says dryly. “Well, usually there’s a kind of preamble involving a question of some kind…” He shrugs. “I knew you’d be saying yes anyway, so why bother dragging it out?” “Have I told you lately how romantic you are?” I deadpan.