“I was thinking. Since Summer and Jace ditched their wedding, maybe we could take their place?”
I sit up straight and pull him with me.
“What are you saying?” Christ, I’ve been wanting to ask him forever.
“Do you want to get married… to me?” He seems uncertain, and I don’t understand why.
“Fuck yeah,” I answer. “I’ve been trying to work out a way to ask you.”
He smiles big. “Yeah?”
I nod. “Hell fucking yeah. It won’t change anything that we already are, it’ll just be legal.”
He nods.
“Hold up,” I tell him. I walk over to the closet and reach into the pocket of one of my suits—which I never wear—and pull out a small box.
“No way,” Ethan says.
I lift my brows. “What?”
Ethan walks to his side of the closet and pulls out a box of his own.
“Well, hell,” I mutter. “Bart?”
Ethan nods.
“You don’t think he’d let us fuck it up, do you?” I ask.
Ethan laughs. “No way.”
He hands me his box and I hand him mine. We both open them at the same time. I chuckle and Ethan grins.
“Matching rings. That Bart is a genius,” Ethan announces.
I nod.
I take the ring from Ethan’s hand and slide it onto his finger. He holds his breath.
“Breathe,” I remind him.
“It’s just… this is the moment.”
I nod.
He places the other ring onto my finger, and we hold hands, looking at the matching rings.
“Are we supposed to wear them now? Or wait for the ceremony?” he asks.
“I don’t fucking care. I’m wearing mine now. Chicks get engagement rings, these are ours,” I tell him.
“We get two rings like chicks?” he asks.
I chuckle. “Anything you want, baby.”
He leans into me, pulling me into a hug, and I hug him back.
“When we’re feeling better, I’m going to fuck the shit out of you,” he tells me.
