Page 137 of Cinderella Is Faking It

“I’ve not heard anyone sayyes, I do,” Brody chirped.

“Of course, I do.” Beck took the ice cube from me again, only to hand me the titanium ring and stretch out his hand.

“Yes, very much. God, yes.” I slipped the ring onto his finger.

“Brody, can you get the hair dryer from my bathroom? Let’s get that ring out of the ice.”

“Sure can!” She dashed past us and tore through the kitchen door at a speed that smashed the door into the wall hard enough to deepen the dent already there.

As soon as she was out of earshot, I raised my brows at Beck. “I don’t drink ice cube drinks.”

“I know.” He grinned and leaned in to press his lips to the corner of my mouth.

“You were going to propose to me in bed, weren’t you?”

“There was never going to be a speech.” His hands slid around me, giving my backside a slight squeeze before pulling me forward. My chest collided with his as he grinned down at me. His voice dropped to a low rumble. “I was planning on finding creative ways to use nine ice cubes to make you come until you were such a spluttering mess, you would have said yes to anything I asked you by the time the tenth ice cube melted.” I shuddered at the idea, and he placed the ice cube with my ring back in my hand.

“Well…” I extracted myself from his embrace and grabbed the ice cube tray. “I’ll put these back in the freezer and remember that strategy for when I ask you for a themed wedding.”

“Sweetheart, you get to have any wedding you want as long as I’m the one waiting by the altar.” He followed me across the kitchen, hands sliding back around my waist the second I stopped in front of the fridge.

“Any wedding?” I laughed as I barely managed to wedge the door open enough to slip the ice cube tray back inside, because his body was blocking me in. I turned and smiled up at the stupidly tall and beautiful man I’d call my husband one day soon. “White ducks included?”

Using his left hand, with his ring glistening in the first morning light, he brushed the hair from my face, before leaning down to kiss me. I melted into him with a sigh.

“White ducks included,” he promised against my lips.

THE END

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