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“You’re already on what, your fourth book boyfriend this month?” She said that like it was a bad thing. And… it was the fifth, but who was counting? I didn’t know there was a problem with having too many book boyfriends. So what if I coped with my lack of a love life by living vicariously through fictional characters? There were worse crimes.
but I had my sights set on the five-two brunette who’d been making me breakfast every morning for the past eight months.
“Lord knows you’ve had eyes on the girl since the day she came barreling through that door with that basket full of baked goods.” Coach was making a lot of good points, and I wasn’t a fan of it. I was the first to admit I had a crush on Scarlett the moment I laid eyes on her. How could a guy not when she looked that good and baked like a fucking god?
So, to save myself from internal turmoil, I laid low around the house whenever she was around and kept our conversations short, so I wouldn’t spend hours lying in bed replaying the entire conversation, trying to figure out what I could have done differently.
“Look, you follow three women on your social media accounts. One is your mother, and the other is your personal chef’s blog account.
I needed to focus on how I was going to convince Scarlett to go out with me. And more importantly, how I was going to cope if she rejected me.
She could’ve broken my fucking heart the next second and I wouldn’t have cared. I’d let her break me a million times if it meant seeing her smile like that again.
I wanted to wake up next to her again. And again. And again. Every day for the rest of my fucking life.
“Jesus, I’m kidding.” A smile curved her mouth, and she released a breathy laugh. “You should’ve seen your face. Who knew you were so possessive?” Oh, I fucking knew. “Only when it comes to people taking what’s mine.” I pressed a kiss to her forehead and locked eyes with her. “You’re mine, you know that?”
“You and me”—he waved his hand between the two of us—“we’re not going anywhere, got it? In case you haven’t picked up on it, you’re fucking stuck with me, Red.”
After coming home to me listening to one of them while I was making dinner one night, he had zero objections to me listening to them, as long as I promised to practice my favorite scenes with him. Which I happily agreed to.
When will I be happy?
“You holding out any more secrets on me, Abbott?” “None. I was always in it for the long haul, Red.” He smirked down at me before pressing his lips against mine. “Welcome home.”
“Scarlett,” I started. “I’m so in love with you it physically hurts to think about a life without you in it. And I don’t want to spend another day without taking the next step toward making you my wife. So… will you marry me?”
