A growl leaves him. “But I didn’t sleep next to you. I don’t like it.”
I give him another quick kiss. “Me either.”
Tyler sighs. “You two make me sick.”
Sawyer snorts. “You’re just jealous.”
“Fuck yeah, I am. Wanna be my girlfriend?"
Her cheeks flush, and I do a double-take. Tyler’s eyebrow hitches, also surprised that she didn’t immediately say no.
She nibbles on her lip for a second, hesitantly shifting her gaze around. But then, she laughs. “Ha! Got you.”
Tyler narrows his gaze. “Rude.”
“Come on.” I place my hand in Cross’s and lead us to our spots in line. “Let’s go graduate so we can celebrate after.”
“Ohhhh.” Tyler claps his hands eagerly. “And celebrate we will.”
“Dad! Sofia!” I tug Cross by the hand toward our parents.
“Babe, wait.” Cross tries to stop.
“Why?” I say, glancing backward at him. “You know they want the typical graduation day photo of us.” I laugh, and Cross shifts his gaze elsewhere.
My brows crease, and I spin toward him. “Is something wrong?” I drop my shoulders and lean in close. “You’re not accepting the job, are you?”
Which is perfectly fine.
It’s his decision—something my father and his mother reiterated several times.
Cross would be an amazing fit for the company, given his natural protective streak and honed ability to fight, but if that’s not what he wants, then that’s okay too.
“This isn’t about the job,” he says.
“Then, what is it…” My words fade as I watch Cross dig into the pocket of his gown.
He isn’t.
Is he?
I stand in shock, my eyelashes fluttering in disbelief, when he drops down to one knee, right there in the middle of graduation chaos.
“Scarlett Wallace…” He swallows, his throat bobbing up and down. “The first thing I thought when I laid eyes on you, standing next to your father on the altar, was that I’d be stuck with you forever.”
Someone laughs from nearby, and I think it’s Tyler.
“You were a part of my life whether I wanted you to be or not…” Cross opens the ring box, revealing a similar but larger diamond than the ones in my ears. “ButGod,am I glad you are.”
I bite down on my bottom lip to keep it from wobbling.
“I couldn’t imagine my life without you, and I never want to.” He peers up at me. “Will you–”
“Yes,” I say, nodding quickly. “I’ll marry you.”
Cross lowers his voice, “Who’s to say I’m asking you to marry me, Scar?”
I raise a brow, and he smirks.
