Page 133 of Sky Full of Stars

I blush as I run my hands through his hair.

He puts his hand in his pocket and takes out a small black velvet box. He frowns. “Do I get back down on my knee?” he looks over my head and everyone laughs again. “Fuck it.” He opens the box and tosses it over his shoulder then grabs my hand. He poises it over my finger and looks into my eyes. “You wanna marry me, Slugger?”

“Finally!” I cry as he slips the ring on my finger. “Yes, you rambling idiot. Yes.”

Everyone around us cheers as Adam picks me up and spins me. I hold my hand out behind him, he hasn’t even let me look at the ring yet. I gasp at the teardrop diamond on a white gold band, with smaller diamonds embedded around the band. It’s beautiful and probably way too expensive but there will be no arguing with him about the price.

People come over and congratulate us, mom hugs me tight saying in my ear dad would love him, making my eyes fill again.

Keira jumps on her brother and drags me into the hug. “It’s about time Jake got a cousin.”

Adam rears back, eyes wide as he turns to look at me with an uncertain expression.

“How about we have a couple of years of wedded bliss before we think about that?” I link his arm with mine. We haven’t discussed the possibility of kids because it isn’t really on our radar. Plus we have literally been engaged two minutes. I would like them one day but we’re both young with a lot of living to do before we settle down that far.

“Yeah, let me be able to screw my wife in the kitchen for a little while longer sis.”

Her nose wrinkles and she mutters, “gross,” before walking away.

“Knew that’d do it,” he smirks at me.

“Jordan walking in on us in the kitchen is more than enough for me,” I grin.

“We need to get that key back,” Adam mutters, looking over at his friend who is slow dancing to a fast paced rock song with Alessa.

“You looked like you were going to puke just before you did it,” I nudge his stomach.

“You might have said no.”

“In what universe?” I touch my fingertips to his lips. “You’re mine, Aidan Gass.”

“Nope. Enough of that shit. You’re gonna be Mrs Mathews.”

“I like the sound of that.”

“Holy shit!”

Everyone turns to look at Nick, who is holding his phone in one hand and his head in the other. Adam grabs my hand and pulls me over to him as Arch and Jordan do the same, all staring at Nick with concern.

He looks up, a smile spreading over his face and he holds up the phone for everyone to see. We peer at the photo of two guys holding up a very distinctive bass guitar.

“They found the Warwick!”