Epilogue
EPILOGUE
brIDGER
6 MONTHS LATER
“ I can’t believe we’re late.” Saige huffs as we make our way across the parking lot to Love Beach Brews.
“Beautiful, it’s for the good of all mankind that we’re late.” I laugh and while I know she wants to be offended, she can’t be because I’m right.
“Fine,” she muses in a way that says it’s not fine at all.
Her hand is almost on the door handle, when I grab her and spin her back to me, tangling my fingers in Saige’s hair and kissing the hell out of her until she melts against me. I worked too hard on those orgasms to have her be anything but a delight right now.
“Better?”
“I was?—”
“Do not say fine,” I tease and she grins against my mouth.
“But then you’ll work extra hard to take care of me later.”
“Insatiable.”
“Maybe you shouldn’t be so hot then.”
“And maybe you should be my wife.” The words slip out, my actual intention to do this inside the bar, but this is better.
This is us.
“What?”
Fishing the ring from my pocket, I drop to one knee and take her trembling hand in mine.
“Saige—”
“Here?”
“I was going to do it in the bar; you want me to wait?”
“No. Sorry, I just…” She looks up, blinking fast as she tries to gain her composure. “I just didn’t think this would be me.”
Her eyes are full of tears as they meet mine, the vulnerability on her face beautiful, and I love that we’re in a place that she’s not so afraid to show it.
“I knew the moment I met you that you’d be the one.”
“No, you didn’t.” She laughs and I shake my head.
“You’re terrible at this.”
“I’ve never been proposed to before.”
“Yeah well, it’s about to be a whole lot less romantic if you keep talking because the sidewalk isn’t exactly comfortable.”
“Sorry,” she murmurs, her lips hitching up on one side.
“I love you and I love your sass, and I never knew that working for something could be so damn fun. You’re beautiful inside and out, Saige, and being with you has made me a better man.”
“It’s because I’m prickly.”
“I fucking love that you’re prickly and that you know you’re safe with me—that you’re home in my arms with that smile that’s only for me. So now that I’ve gone completely off script, will you marry me?”
“See, now this would have been a good time for the whole growly be my wife moment.”
“Beautiful, please, ” I beg and she laughs.
“Yes.”
Finally.
Sliding the ring on her finger, I stand, cupping her face and crushing my mouth to hers.
“Are you happy?” I whisper, unable to stop peppering little kisses on her lips.
“Yes. But also, I can’t imagine anyone willing to put up with me like you do,” she taunts, pulling me tighter against her. “It’s endearing.”
“I’ll remind you of that when you’re on your knees later.”
“Promises, promises, Band Camp.”
“Get inside before we make a scene.”
“Fine, but first…” Backing me against the side of the building, she kisses me hard like she’s trying to show me just how much this all means to her.
But I already know.
She’s my person, and I’ve never wanted anything more than this.
“I love you,” she whispers, her hand sliding down to tangle with mine. “Time to go show you off.”
“Isn’t it supposed to be the other way around with you being the bride?”
“Later. Right now, just let me brag about hitting the fiancé jackpot.”
Laughing, I press a kiss to her temple. “Then by all means, Beautiful, let’s go tell them all.”
THE END
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