Page 117 of The Understatement of the Year

Huh. “That’s cool. Except you never mentioned that before.”

He put down his fork. “Iknowthat. My whole life, I never got in the habit of saying what I wanted. I’ve got one year of college left. And I want to spend it on the things I choose.” He reached across the gearbox and put a hand on my chest. “Allthe things I choose. And mostly, I choose you.”

“Well, shit…” That made me swallow hard. “It was your team first, though.”

“Whatever. I’m just glad you showed up to be on it.”

Holy hell! It had finally happened.

Carefully, so as not to disturb the various food items on our laps, I pulled him by the back of the neck just far enough over to kiss me. “You’re it,” I whispered. “A perfect ten on the Rikker scale.”

“The what?”

But I couldn’t even explain without my voice breaking. So I sat back in my seat and just studied him. He was wearing Ross’s crimson ‘Bama t-shirt, and watching me with those cool blue eyes.

“Love you so much, G,” I choked out.

He stole one of my French fries. “Love you, too, Rik. Now eat your lunch so that we can go home.”

THE END