“I’m asking if you think it is.”
“I’m rushing things, huh?” I shifted so I was kneeling between his legs, facing him. “I’m sorry, that was dumb.”
“Baby, it’s not dumb,” Flash said, pulling me closer.
“Yes, it is. We just saw each other naked for the first time and now I’m suggesting we shack up.”
Flash chuckled. “Tater Tot, I’m totally up for it. Why do you think I asked you to pick out all that stuff for my house?”
“Well, because I have exemplary taste.”
“And because I want it to be your home, baby,” he said. “I want you to live there with me.”
“Seriously?”
“Yep.” He grinned. “Okay?”
I clapped my hands, turning around and leaning back against him again. “Okay.”
“You want to plan a wedding or finish the house first?” he asked, kissing my shoulder.
“That’s a hard question, honey,” I admitted.
“I’m marrying you, Tate, so you better choose.”
I grinned. “I’m glad you’ve made up your mind. I haven’t been asked, so...”
He buried his face in my neck and ran his tongue over my pulse. “Will you marry me, Tater Tot?”
“Yeah, French Fry, I totally will.”
He cupped my breasts, thumbing my nipples into tight peaks, before turning me to face him again. “Straddle me, baby.”
I did so immediately, asking, “Do we have time?”
“We’ll make time.”
We made love one more time before drying off and getting dressed to head to Niall’s birthday party.
* * *
Flash
Ikissed Tate beforegrabbing Niall’s gifts and taking her hand, leading her into the bowling alley. We were a little late, and I hoped my sister didn’t kill me.
“Uncle Flash!” Niall bellowed. “Over here!”
I looked up and saw him waving to me from the left side of the alleys, and we made our way to the group, setting Niall’s presents on the table with the others. It looked like my sister had reserved half a dozen lanes for the festivities and people were already starting to bowl.
“Hey, bud,” I said, giving him our signature handshake. “Sorry we’re late. This is Tate.”
Before Niall could greet her, however, my sister let out a loud squeal and made a run for Tate. “Oh my god, Tate Burke. You actually forgave him?”
Tate laughed, hugging her back. “I did.”
“He said as much, but I’d hoped you’d make him beg for at least a week, but it looks like you’re a lost cause.”
“Hey,” I growled.
