Okay then, guessthatwas how you said it. Not so hard after all.
Andy froze, then broke out in the same one that had gotten to me with that stupid profile pic of his on the app, except bigger, fuckingshining, and all for me.
“Yes?”
Shit, my throat felt tight. “Fuckyes. Move me in. If you’re sure? I don’t want to be anywhere else than with you.”
Not ever, so when Andy did give me The Box someday?
My answer to that would be fuck yes, too.
Epilogue
Jordan - One Year Later - Christmas Morning
I was usingmy phone as a flashlight to navigate in the dark, since it was pre-freaking-dawn, when all of a sudden, Nichol’s face flashed on the screen, her obnoxious ringtone blaring out at full volume in the silent house.
“Sugar,” I hissed, stabbing at the screen until it shut up before she woke up the whole damn family. Which also, unfortunately, meant I accidentally rejected her call... so of course she called right back and did it all again.
“Bitch, I hate you,” I whispered when I answered that one. “You just woke up the entire house with that stupid Dixie Cups club mix.”
Possibly a slight exaggeration, since the only light besides my phone was coming from under Liz’s bedroom door.
“Dude, that’s totally your fault, not mine.” Nic said. “I’ve been married for a month. Change my damn ringtone already, or else your Daddy’s going to think you’re dropping hints.”
I froze in place, my stomach twisting into a sickening knot.
“Shit,” I whispered, stress making me revert to habits that Andy had almost broken me of. But fuck, seriously, sometimes profanity wasrequired. “You don’t think he really thinks that?”
Scott had proposed to Nichol on Valentine’s Day, because cheesy much? (I’m not jealous.You’rejealous.) So of course I’d had to find the most ridiculous wedding song I could, a remix of this old-school thing called “Chapel of Love,” and make it into her ringtone. But okay, ithadbeen a while.
Did Andy actually think I’d left it on there as a hint?
Ugh. He hadn’t brought up The Box, or anything like it, sincelastChristmas, and since everything was basically perfect with us, I’d be mortified if he thought I was pushing for more.
Nichol just snickered. “Probably.”
“Shut up,” I said, the knot in my stomach getting tighter. I’d never told her about The Box, since, technically, it hadn’t happened. “Seriously?”
“Nah, boo. I’m sure marrying you never even crosses his mind. I mean, it’s not like he’s head over heels for you or anything.”
If it did cross his mind, he definitely never mentioned it, so really, my best course of action was to change topics before I started obsessing about it.
“Whatever. Merry Christmas,” I said. “Why are you calling so early?
“Aw, Merry Christmas to you, too. And it’s not that early over here. Plus, Scott and I are busy tonight, so I wanted to make sure to catch you before we turn off our phones.”
“Why the hell would you do that?”
“Um, because it’s our honeymoon—” the month-long one Scott had surprised her with in Europe, “—so we’re going to fuck like bunnies all night and don’t want interruptions. Anyway, tell me all the news? How’s your family?”
“Andy’s family,” I corrected her automatically.
“Whatever,” she said, definitely rolling her eyes at me, by the sound of it. “You call his mom ‘Mom,’ Jordan. They’ve adopted you and you know it. So howarethey? Have you all done the matching-pajamas, stocking-opening routine yet?”
I looked down at the epically ridiculous reindeer pajama pants I was wearing, grinning. Then, “Oops,” I said, squinting down at them. “I think I put Andy’s on.” Which would explain why I kept stepping on them. “But no, bitch, you called at the crack of fucking dawn. No one’s even up yet.”
“Not even the sister?”
