Page 31 of Meat Cute

I blamed the anesthesia.

Ignoring my moody expression, Rhys made theI love yousign with both hands, then made the signs “kiss”, intertwining his fingers.

“I love you, Sev. You are my one true love,” he whispered, his eyes shiny with emotion.

“I love you, too,” I whispered back, somehow both giddy and teary at once. “I have from the beginning. And I don’t want you to find another place when you move out of your apartment. I want you to live here.”

“That the meds talking?” he asked, skeptical.

“Nope. I think we’re both past the point of pretending that this isn’t a forever thing.”

“True.” He tapped my nose. “But your mother didn’t appreciate your plan to trick me into going to Vegas so that you could marry me.”

Shit. Busted.

Rhys raised his brows. “Wait. Was that a real plan?”

I shrugged. “I mean… I was thinking a trip to Vegas sounded like an excellent six-month anniversary gift. And, you know, if we happened to stumble into a chapel while we were there, who’d be the wiser?”

Wow. Maybe those drugs were stronger than I’d realized. I mean, yeah, I was going to marry him, but I’d planned to keep that under wraps for another month or so, at least.

Rhys snorted. “You know you said that out loud, right?”

“Shit.” I grabbed his beefy arm. “Don’t be afraid. I’m not trying to push you, okay?”

“Baby,” he said, running his nose along mine. “Have you heard me deny anything?”

“Uh… no.”

“Then assume that I’m waiting for the end of the season to make it official so that we can have some semblance of a honeymoon.”

I grinned, then winced as exhaustion took over. Fucking robot ears.

“We love each other, you’re moving in, we’re getting married at the end of the season. Please remind me we had this conversation once I’m fully recovered.”

Rhys’s deep chuckle made me smile.

“I will, baby. And I’ll keep reminding you for the rest of our lives.”