“Just get home?” He slides his hands down to my pecs, feeling the sweater I’m wearing.
“Nope. I’ve been home all day.”
He narrows his eyes.
“I have something to show you.” I take his hand and pull him to the stairs, which I’d also filled with lanterns after the guys left.
“Wolfe, what is this?”
“You’ll see.” I lead him behind me.
We get to the roof deck, and I step outside, releasing his hand, waiting for him to react.
“Wolfe…”
I back up, gesturing for him to follow me.
“What are you doing?”
“What do you think I’m doing?” I cannot stop smiling.
“This is a really elaborate prank. You cannot be serious.” He tentatively follows me, taking in all the details until he’s next to me.
“You told me I need to get down on my knee.”
“Knees,” he corrects.
“I can’t get down on my knees without proposing.”
“Don’t start.”
“I’m not kidding. I have to marry you.”
“You better not be proposing!”
I drop to one knee. “Why not?”
“I cannot believe…” He trails off when I grab his belt.
“Archangel?”
“Yes?”
I unbuckle his belt and pop the button on his jeans. “Will you...”
He narrows his eyes as I slide down the zipper. “If you ask me to marry you with my dick out, I will never forgive you.”
“Will you let me blow you?”
“Fuck you.”
“Is that a fuck you yes, or a fuck you no?”
“Did you seriously do all this just to blow me?” He’s smiling but is clearly reevaluating all his life choices.
“Kill two stones with one bird.” I brush my lips over his stomach.
“That doesn’t even make any sense.”
