Page 126 of The Game Plan

Gray sets his glass down. “Shouldn’t Fi be saying, ‘And God bless us, every one’?”

“Are you implying I’m Tiny Tim in this scenario, dickface?”

“Dickface?” Gray gives an expression of mock outrage. “If I didn’t happen to have an awesome dick, I might be offended.”

“So you’re saying you’re on board with your face resembling your dick?” Drew asks with a laugh.

“I’m saying that if my face has to resemble a dick, it might as well be the stunning sight that is my own,” Gray retorts witha waggle of his brows.

I lean in. “If you want to talk about stunning dicks—”

“No!” everyone shouts again.

I shrug and hide my smile as I take a sip of wine.

“I’m so glad sausage is on the menu,” Ethan deadpans before slicing into his banger.

Drew and Gray wince, but Anna, Ivy and I laugh.

Happiness is infectious and fills me with warmth. I’m no longer that restless girl I’d been for so long. I’d finally foundmy place. I give Ethan’s shoulder a kiss, and he winks at me as if he knows exactly how I feel.

Much later, it’s just me and Ethan, kneeling on our big bed, the golden glow of lamplight casting shadows over his bold features.With infinite tenderness, he cradles the sides of my neck as he slowly peppers my face with kisses. His soft lips and pricklybeard send little tickles along my skin, and I sigh, leaning into his touch.

His voice is a low rumble. “So your stance on beards is...?”

I smile, remembering how he first got me to kiss him. “Total fangirl. You might even call me a groupie.”

He grins against the corner of my mouth before giving my upper lip a little suck. “And football players?”

“I’m completely gone on one in particular.”

He hums in approval. “Good thing. He loves you, heart and soul.”

This time, I capture his lips and kiss him with enough heat that his chest hitches. I smile at that. “I love you too.”

Warm breath gusts along my mouth as he speaks again. “Tell me,” he murmurs, still mapping my face with kisses, “what’s yourstance on marriage?”

My heart stops, and I utter a small gasp. Ethan pulls away just enough to meet my eyes. He looks at me with that solemn, steadygaze I’ve come to love so much—the one that sees my soul and wants to keep it in his care.

Tears clog my throat, make my voice thick, but my lips quiver with a smile. “Is this your way of getting me to marry you?” I tease, even as my heart pounds against my ribs.

His thumbs stroke my cheeks as his quiet eyes stare into mine. “Will you?”

I laugh, the sound getting caught on a gurgle of happy tears. “Yes, Ethan Dexter. Hell fucking yes.” I launch myself intohis arms.

Laughing, he falls back on the bed, taking me with him. “Hold up,” he says as I cover his face with kisses. “You didn’t letme give you the ring.”

“The ring! I forgot about that. Gimme, gimme.”

He laughs again. “Then give me some room to get it.”

As soon as I lean back, he grins and reaches into his pocket to pull out the ring.

It’s a large, round, pink diamond in a rose gold bezel setting. Simple, elegant, yet wonderfully girly. He slips it on myfinger, and I’m in instant love.

“You made this, didn’t you?” I ask, my gaze going to his and then back to my ring.

“Not made,” he says a little gruffly. “But designed it, yeah. How did you know?”