“You said it, not me.” He’s got such a wicked grin on his face, I know he will never drop it now.
“It was a joke.”
“Sure it was.”
FORTY-NINE
WOLFE
Am I a terrible person? Yes, but also funny.
Over the last two weeks, a plan began to form, and since I am so committed to the bit, I have to see it through. It takes about a week for it to all come together. Thankfully, Seaborn is home, spending time with his dad, so we have the apartment to ourselves, which leaves me to go full-out romantic gesture in the funniest way a few days later. Archangel has a full day of classes on one of my short days, so I use my time to enact my plan.
I make a few of the guys come over and help me clean off our rooftop deck, loving the callback to how this all started. We hang string lights and a ton of lanterns, which we fill with tea light candles.
There is a little area toward the back with a partly shaded roof and we hang more lanterns and tie flowers around the supports. It’s cozy and private. Last, I cover the whole path from the door to the area in white rose petals.
“We did good,” I say, standing back to take in the scene.
“Are you proposing?” Ridgeway asks, looking at the space when we’re finished.
“Something like that.” I grin, not about to tell anyone what I’m planning.
“It’s either yes or no.”
“It’s somewhere in the middle.”
“How is it between yes or no?”
“I can’t really explain.”
Ridgeway just shakes his head.
“Bro, it’s better not to ask a goalie anything,” Savage cuts in. “They’re just not gonna tell you unless they want you to know.”
“I forget how much I hate all of you.”
“Need anything else?” Lovelace asks, assessing me like he knows what I’m up to.
“No. Thanks, all of you. I love you guys.”
“Anything for you.” Savage offers a fist bump, then pulls me into a hug, and the other guys follow.
“Same to all of you. Even if we never play together again, all of you are brothers to me.”
I’mon edge for the next hour until Archangel gets home.
Finally, he walks in the door looking like a fucking snack, like always.
I get up to kiss him.
“You smell good,” he says, putting his arms around my neck.
“Thank you.”
“We going somewhere?” He eyes me because usually at this point in the day, I’m in sweats.
“No.”
