“For now.”
“Where will we get married?”
“I dunno. Maybe in Leeds so it’s easier for our families. You’ll be talking to your parents again.”
“I will?”
“Yes.”
My chest became tight. I hoped that part of our wishful-thinking game would come true. “Or we could fly everyone out somewhere hot and have a beach wedding.”
“That sounds perfect.”
“Dillon will be my best man.”
Jae pouted. “I was going to ask him to be mine. We might have to fight over him.”
“As long as the fight is naked mud-wrestling, I’m down with that.”
Jae laughed. “Naked mud-wrestling?”
“Yes. We’ll probably end up fucking instead of fighting.”
“Probably. Do you think Dillon could be the best man for us both?”
“Why not? We’ll figure it out.”
Jae stroked my face. “It’s better than fighting over him.”
“You don’t want to naked mud wrestle with me?”
He wrinkled his nose. “It would be filthy.”
“Think of how long a shower we’d need afterwards.”
“True.”
I clasped Jae’s hand. “What about in five years?”
“Hypothetically?”
“Yup.” I kissed his jaw. “We’re playing a game.”
“We’ll have adopted kids.”
I raised my eyebrows. “Kids?” The idea wasn’t as terrifying as I’d thought. “How many?”
“Two.” Jae tilted his head back. “Can you see yourself having kids one day?”
“Yeah, I think I can.”
“We’ll be more supportive than our parents.”
“Definitely.”
“We’ll help them realise their dreams, not nail their feet to the floor and tell them they’ll never succeed.”
“We’d never do that.”
