It kind of hurt. I mean, yeah, we’re still young, but Niko is also young, and he’s already tied the knot.
I feel like Vaughn will really make me work for it—the marriage proposal, I mean. I’m kind of worried about asking for his hand and having him tell me no.
Will probably make me depressed, no kidding.
While Vaughn has been all in with our relationship, he’s been weird lately, and I just…well, it makes me uncomfortable. That’s because of all the time he ignored me.
And yes, I’m still petty.
To test the waters, I called Gareth and asked what the best way would be to propose to Vaughn since he’s basically his best friend. Gareth said, “The best way to propose is not to propose. I repeat. Donotdo it, Yulian.”
That kind of soured my mood. Cy didn’t help either, and Alya said to just go for it since Vaughn loves me and will definitely say yes.
I consider her words as I watch him, then remember that she’s some sort of hopeless romantic.
But really, he looks so good here, framed by flowers and fading sunlight, like my own fairy-tale prince. A dark one, because, really, he can be a freak in the sheets. His dirty mouth is no joke now.
No one would look at the put-together Vaughn and guess that he fucks like a sex god and has the filthiest mouth.
But I totally love that I’m the only one who gets to see that side of him.
The unhinged, out-of-control, and even needy side.
He’s all mine.
Mine, mine, mine?—
Vaughn tilts his head in my direction as if he feels me watching. Those stunning hazel eyes lock on mine, and for a moment, the noise of the crowd disappears.
There’s something curious about the way he looks at me like I’m his world, even in the middle of everything else.His gaze would find mine anywhere, and just like now, his lips curl in a smile.
I let out a breath. If he’s smiling, he can’t bethatmad.
“Sorry I’m late.” I stride toward him and gather him in my arms, burying my head in his neck to inhale him.
His scent goes to my head in an instant, leaving me breathless.
God, I missed him, and it hasn’t even been that long.
He strokes my hair in that way he does when I’m lying on top of him, drifting off to sleep. “It’s not your fault you were held up.”
“I know, but I wanted to spend the weekend here with you.”
“Me, too.”
I pull away, staying close enough to smell a whiff of his cologne. “You’re mad I didn’t make it.”
“I’m not.”
“Don’t lie to me. You were looking forward to this, and I ruined it. I’ll be making Lukas’s life miserable.”
“Leave him alone. He barely knows how to deal with you.”
“You’re taking my brother’s side now?”
“No, I just like that you’re finally getting along with your siblings.”
“You’re still mad at me.”
