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That thought made me smile, and I bit down on my lower lip to try to hide it.

He glanced at me, but knitted his brows together when he found me grinning.

“Are you blushing?” he asked with a smirk as he brought his coffee cup to his lips.

I rolled my eyes. “No.”

“Liar.”

“I’m not,” I lied.

“I have eyes. You’re grinning, and your face is six shades of red.”

He was calling me out, which only made me more embarrassed, and made my face that much hotter.

“I don’t want to tell you what I was thinking about when we’re in public,” I said quietly.

That made him smile widely.

“What’s the matter, Crash? Did I just catch you having impure thoughts?” That sexy grin of his was tugging at his lips, drawing more of my attention to his mouth.

I shook my head and laughed as I rolled my eyes. “Shut up and pay attention.” I pointed toward the window. He laughed, then turned back to the street, and I was thankful.

He really was working his way into my heart. There was no way I’d be able to let him go. Ever.

Chapter 22

Oliver

Icouldn’t help the smile on my lips as I turned my attention back to the window.

Since I told her that I didn’t want to go our separate ways, I’d been catching her staring at me with dreamy eyes and silly smiles. I enjoyed every minute of it because it felt like we were finally on the same page. It wasn’t just me wanting more. However, I’d never done the relationship thing before, so I wasn’t sure whatmoreentailed. Plus, I needed to come clean. It was eating at me.

“Beach or snow?”

“What?” I asked, turning to look at her.

“If you had to pick? You know, like where we’ll start over. Do you want to be somewhere where it’s mostly warm year-round or someplace where it’s mostly cold?”

“Beach,” I answered. “Who would want to live their entire lives freezing?”

She smiled and bit down on her lower lip, so I knew I had the right answer. “Marriage or no?”

I shrugged at that one. “I never even considered it before.”

“You have to pick.”

I sat back and thought about it for a moment.

“No,” I answered, and it caused her brows to draw together. “Getting married isn’t for the couple who’s in love. It’s for their friends and family. It’s a way to waste a shit ton of money on some elaborate party, and I’m not about that. It’s just a piece of paper that legally binds two people together. I’ve known married people who hated one another, but they still stayed married because it was easier. Getting married doesn’t show how much I care for you. Being by your side every day with both of us knowing that we’re still together because we want to be and not because of some piece of paper that says we have to be, that’s what speaks volumes.”

When I started my answer, she looked a little unsure, but by the end, she looked a little more accepting.

“I hope that isn’t a deal breaker for you,” I said quietly as I looked at her from across the table. Maybe I was scared because I could admit to myself that I wanted her as my wife, and that terrified the hell out of me. I’d fallen hard and fast.

She rested her forearms on the table and leaned forward. Her blue eyes found mine, and she smiled. “I-It’s not a deal breaker.”

“Good.” I reached over and took her hand in mine, gently rubbing my thumb back and forth. “This is new to me, Crash.”