Page 123 of Perfect Enough

I chuckled. “I bet there are some amazing memories.”

“Yeah,” he said, nodding his head. “There are. It sucks Granddad isn’t here, but he would have loved tonight. Andyou…”

Laughing again, I pulled my legs up and sat on them as I turned to face him. “What about me?”

“He would have loved you so much, Soph. When you dropped down and studied the table, I nearly died laughing.”

“I wanted to see if there were any bumps or imperfections, and there were! That’s why so many Oreos were heading to the mustard and mayo.”

“You sat there and watched everyone play, and the whole time, you were learning the table?”

“I was, and I freely admit it. I love games, and I love winning more than anything.”

He took my hand in his. “Thank you for coming tonight.”

“Thank you for asking me to come. I love your family, Josh.”

“They love you, too. Especially my mother.”

My cheeks heated. “That’s a good thing, right?”

He reached for me and pulled me onto his lap so I was straddling him. “That’s a very good thing. However, I did hear her and Lincoln talking about how lovely a spring wedding on the ranch would be.”

I was pretty sure my eyes went wide as saucers. “A spring wedding? I’ve always pictured myself getting married in the fall, actually…with all the beautiful colors and the crisp fresh air.”

“Fall, huh?”

“Yeah. Do guys think about stuff like that?” I asked, leaning down and kissing him softly on the lips.

“No. But have I ever told you fall is my favorite season?”

“You have not. That’s one thing we’ve never talked about.”

Reaching up, Josh tucked a piece of hair behind my ear. “Maybe we should.”

“Talk about our favorite seasons?”

He chuckled. “Talk about a fall wedding.”

The expression on my face must have said everything, because he quickly added, “Next fall.”

Relaxing, I kissed him again. And before I knew it, I was lying on the sofa, naked, with Josh inside of me, bringing me to yet another mind-blowing orgasm, Josh falling right along with me.

We lay wrapped up in a blanket on the sofa, spooning as we stared out the window into the darkness of the night.

“Sophia?” Josh asked.

“Yes?”

“I want a do-over.”

Rolling to face him, I asked, “What do you mean?”

“That wasn’t a very romantic proposal, and I didn’t have a ring, and we just moved in together and…yeah. I want a do-over.”

I placed my hand on his cheek and said, “I don’t need a do-over, Josh. The only thing I need…the only thing I want…is to be with you like this every day for the rest of our lives.”

He smiled and rubbed his nose against mine. “That sounds perfect enough for me.”