He shook his head. “I’m completely level-headed.”
“We barely know one another,” I reminded him.
He gently squeezed my hand until my eyes met his.
“We know everything we need to know. Who cares how much time it’s been? We’ve already been through more shit in a week than most couples go through in a lifetime together. How well we know one another can’t be measured by hands on a clock.”
I laughed and rolled my eyes. “This is crazy. You know that?”
He smiled. “What with us hasn’t been crazy? How we met?”
I chuckled and nodded. “Crazy.”
“This little adventure we’ve been on?”
“Crazy,” I agreed again.
“How have we lived our lives up until meeting?”
“Crazy.” I bit my bottom lip.
“See? This is so fitting for us. Why fight it now?”
“We haven’t even talked about a future together yet. I mean, you want to get married, clearly, but do you want kids? Where do you want to live? What do you plan on doing for work now that you’re changing career paths?”
He shook his head. “All of that is just filler. What matters most is that no matter where we live, no matter what careers we start, no matter how many kids there are—or aren’t—we’re together.” He tugged my hand until I moved to sit on the edge of his bed, and then he cupped my jaw and pulled me down to his lips, kissing me soft and slow, a kiss that sank past the surface and made my heart race.
“You’re all I want, Amelia.” He nipped my lower lip. “Will you please fucking marry me?”
Even though I knew agreeing to marry him was downright insane, it’s the direction my heart was tugging me. Suddenly, everything made sense. They say that looking back, vision is 20/20, and that had never been clearer to me.
When I walked in and found my boyfriend fucking my best friend, I thought my life was over. And I guess in a way, it was. That part of my life, anyway. Stealing his car was my rebirth, and I drove it straight into my new life with Oliver.
While the logical side of my brain was screaming things like, “You haven’t known him long enough; he’s a complete stranger; don’t do it,” my heart was chanting one word:yes.
“Yes,” I laughed out against his lips.
He pulled back slightly so he could look me in the eye. His brows were lifted in surprise. “Really?”
I nodded as giggles spilled from my lips. “Yes, I’ll marry you.”
He grabbed my face and pulled me in for a long, hard kiss full of passion, excitement, and most of all, love.
I broke our kiss and lay down at his side, where he wrapped his arm under my neck so he could hold me close. I held up my left hand.
“How long do you think it’ll be before we can afford a ring?” I teased, knowing we were both completely broke since we used all of my cash to fund our trip, and his final deal fell through.
“I have money, Crash.”
I twisted so I could look up at his face. “You do?”
“Of course. I’ve been planning on starting a new life for years now. You really think I wouldn’t put money back to start over with?”
My mouth fell open. “Then why were we using my money this whole time?”
“I didn’t want to use my cards in case he was watching my accounts. I didn’t want to tip him off on our location.” He grinned. “Plus, it was a way to get you to stick with me for a little while longer.”
The corners of my mouth started to tip upward, but I caught them and held them down. “What if I had said no?”
