“You,” Adam finally said, his voice cracking on the single, easy syllable. “I deserve you.”
“You do,” Cooper agreed, kissing the lowest part of Adam’s belly, where the hair turned from a thin trail of curls into a coarse patch that framed Adam’s cock. “For the rest of both of our lives, Adam, you deserve all of this.”
Chapter23
Adam
Adam wasn’t sure if he and Cooper had proposed to each other the night before or not, but hewassure he didn’t want to say anything about it either way in case he’d made the wrong assumption about what happened.
He’d come home from dinner with Wyatt feeling emotionally raw, and Cooper had understood without words what he needed, and then…
I could spend the rest of your life like this.
Adam frowned at his computer screen and called Grant.
His best friend greeted him on the second ring, “I’m busy. What?”
“I think Cooper proposed to me last night, but I’m not sure.”
“Weren’t you at Wyatt’s last night?” Grant asked.
“I was at my house last night,” he corrected. “The one I own. That my son is currently using as an underpriced hotel.”
“As if you’re ever moving back in there.” Grant laughed. “You don’t move in with someone you’re in a relationship with and then move out.”
“Wyatt did.”
“Wyatt and Mike are divorcing. Are you and Cooper going to break up? You don’t have to answer, because it’s no, because you’re calling to tell me you think he proposed to you. All of your points are invalid, Adam.”
Adam inhaled sharply. “Are you done?”
“I don’t know.” He could picture Grant’s amused smirk. “Are you engaged?”
“I don’t know,” he hissed. “That’s why I’m calling you.”
“I don’t know!” Grant laughed again. “I wasn’t there.”
“How did you know I was at the house, anyway?” he asked.
“Heard the two of you,” Grant said.
“We weren’t loud.”
“Also saw your car.”
Adam sighed. “None of this is relevant. I don’t know if Cooper proposed to me or not. That’s why I’m calling.”
“What did he say? Normally there’s kind of a script that two people follow for this kind of thing.”
Adam gritted his teeth together and dropped his cell phone on his desk, turning it on to speaker and glaring at it as if Grant could see his displeasure. “It’s personal. But he talked about wanting to be with me for the rest of my life. His life. Our lives. Whatever.”
“So, he didn’t outright ask you to marry him.”
He closed his eyes, rubbing at the bridge of his nose. There wasn’t any tension in his body; Cooper had been sure to massage it all out after they’d gotten off the night before. But his head throbbed with confusion and uncertainty.
“No, but we talked about it a bit after,” he said.
“And at that part of the conversation, did he ask you to marry him?”
