“Well then, looks like I have gained myself a fiancée.” I pull her close to bring our bodies flush, and her warm smile invites me in for another kiss. It’s a sensual kiss until it’s broken.
Her face sours. “Wait, you didn’t just feed me that spiel about a ring to ease me, did you?”
Rolling my eyes, I hope we don’t go in circles. “I’m marrying you, so deal with it.”
She studies me for a few seconds. “Fine. We can get married,” she theatrically agrees.
I pinch her sides which draws out a giggle, and I yank her close only to toss her back onto the bed. I join her by lying on my side to face her.
My fingers feather down her cheek. “A wife. Babies. We’ll have it all.”
“I’m your fiancée,” she whispers.
“Yeah, you are.”
She shimmies closer and nuzzles into my body. “Will you still ask me again? With the whole mailbox proposal. I’ll pretend you never asked yet.”
“But I have asked.” Now, I’m just messing with her. I’ll do it all for her. She pinches my side. “Ouch.”
Esme kisses me. “This calls for congratulations sex. But we are on a schedule and have to get to brunch.”
I smirk at her. “Brunch might have to wait.” I flip her to her back. “I would like to remind you that you’re everything I wanted.”
Esme hooks her leg over my hip. “I might have a few minutes to spare.”
She shakesme off as I kiss the base of her neck as we walk into the elevator. We have ridiculous giddy grins, and I can’t stop touching her. She’ll look even better when my ring is on her finger.
“We’ll be only a few minutes late for brunch, so we’re fine.” She presses the button for the lobby.
But our eyes lift when the sound of someone rushing to join us causes me to hold the door from closing.
Oliver steps in and seems to be acting strangely. “Good morning, you two.”
“Wait!” The sound of Hailey’s voice prevents us from hitting the button to close.
She too joins us. Hailey gives an odd look to Oliver before she smiles at Esme and me.
The doors close, and the quiet is unnerving.
Oliver and Hailey are intent on looking forward. Esme watches them then throws me a puzzled look.
“Seems we all had eventful mornings,” I comment and slyly smile.
Oliver shoots me a death stare.
“I hope there are waffles. I’m dying of hunger,” Esme says while she no longer takes notice of the rest of us.
Hailey nervously rolls her lips in and seems to study the numbers lighting up above the door.
“I bet Oliver has worked up an appetite.”
“Keats,” Oliver growls.
Hailey zooms her gaze to Esme. “You told him?”
“You told her?” Oliver accuses me.
Esme raises her arms. “Told who what?”
