“Hey,” he says, loosely wrapping his arms around my shoulders.
“Why did you guys bring me here to tell me all of this?” I ask, looking around to try to figure out what this brick building actually is.
A sidewalk in a town we don’t even live in seems like a random place for a love confession, but who am I to judge? I did it in the storage closet of an old bar.
“These two kind of got distracted, but there’s more,” he says.
“More what?” I ask, snuggling in a little closer to him.
“More to our plan.”
“Mmm,” I hum, pressing a kiss to his jaw.
“We wanted to ask you to marry us.”
My head snaps back to look at him. “What?” My voice is so loud that it makes him flinch a little.
“Will you marry us?” Linc asks.
“Are you serious?” I ask. My eyes must be as wide as dinner plates at this point.
“That’s not really the answer we were hoping for,” Wyatt says, stepping a little closer.
“Are you really asking me this right now?” I ask, feeling like the world is spinning around me.
“More serious than we’ve ever been,” Kane says.
“And that’s saying something because Linc is always serious as fuck,” Wyatt says.
Even through his sunglasses, Linc rolls his eyes.
I giggle.
“So, will you?” Linc asks. “Will you marry us?”
“Yes,” I breathe out as more tears start to fall.
“Good, because I love you,” Linc says. Something inside of me clicks into place, knowing all three of my men love me.
I go to tell him I love him, too, but his lips on mine silence me. This kiss is surprisingly gentle, like he doesn’t want to break the simplicity of this moment with anything harsh.
He kisses the tips of my nose before spinning me around in his arms, keeping my back pressed against his front.
“You guys kind of missed a big part of this whole thing,” I say, ginning at them.
“What’s that?” Wyatt asks, genuinely confused.
“A ring,” I say, pointing to my empty left hand.
“That’s why we’re here,” Linc says, pointing to the building behind him.
“It’s a tattoo parlor,” Kane says.
The light bulb goes off in my brain, and I can’t keep the smile from my face.
Kane holds up his phone. “First, I think there are a couple of boys who would like to know what your answer was.”
More tears immediately spring to my eyes. “Mav knows?”
