Page 22 of Rule 1: Never Accidentally Marry Your Teammate

Noah glances at me, then laughs. “Yeah.”

Suddenly,we’re both laughing. Joy barrels through me, and I descend into hiccups.

“That would show them,” I say.

“Totally.” Noah nods. “We’re already wearing suits.”

My eyes widen. “God, we totally are.”

“No ring though,” Noah says with a smile.

I jump up. “Wait!”

Noah scrambles after me. “Where are you going?”

I fumble through my drawers, then pull out a ring. “My class ring.”

“Oh.” Noah snorts. “You do have a ring.”

“I am an exceptionally well-prepared groom. Noah...” I frown.

“Fitzpatrick,” he supplies.

I nod gratefully. Noah is great. Noah knows exactly what I’m thinking.

“Noah Fitzpatrick, will you marry me?”

His eyes round, then he chuckles. “You’re my favorite person.”

“I’m pretty sure that means yes.” I slide the ring onto his finger. “Now we’re engaged.”

I move toward the door.

“Where are you going?” he asks.

I turn and smile. “The chapel is below.”

“Dude, we can’t really get married.”

“They can’t call us homophobic if we’re married,” I remind him, then I take his hand and lead him out the door.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Noah

The morning after

We’re married.

I blink at the blue-and-white document in my hand.

Finn scrambles from the bed, and I avert my gaze from the blanket tied around his waist.

“Are you not wearing boxers?” I ask.

“I mean, you’re not either.”

My skin heats, and I clutch my sheet tighter to me. “There’s probably a logical explanation.”