Page 55 of The Pucking Kiss
Just as she got close, all the boys in the team unveiled their papers to read out, "Will you be my prom date?"
Her expression changed from bewilderment to astonishment as the team held up the sign.
I stepped forward, smiling at her. “Is this romantic enough for you?”
She seemed to be at a loss for words as tears began pooling in her eyes, and then, without saying another word, she jumped into my arms.
“Yes,” she said, her face now buried into my neck, “yes, I’ll go with you.”
The teammates burst into applause at her answer, and I set her down, grinning ear to ear.
“Glad to know,” I laced my fingers with hers.
“Did you come up with all of this?” she asked, seeming genuinely impressed. “I didn’t think you had a single romantic bone in your body.”
I shared a knowing glance with Jake, who gave me two thumbs up.
“Let’s just say I had a little help,” I grinned sheepishly, “But the important thing is that you liked it.”
“Oh, I did,” she said and then leaned over to whisper in my ear, “And I’ll agree to keep your part of the deal. No more other guys.”
“Just me,” I smirked, basking in the triumph of how well this had gone.
Chapter 21
Bryan
Romai sat in my living room, peering at the textbook in front of her. She had decided to come over and help me prepare for the big test coming up soon.
And I realized I actually liked her company more than anything.
“So, let’s go over integration again, can we?” she said, her brow furrowed in concentration.
I couldn’t help but smile at how cute she looked.
“Integration, huh?” I teased, pulling the textbook out of her reach.
“Hey,” she said, jumping up to get the book back from me, but I was too fast for her. She tried again and instead ended up collapsing on top of me.
“I like this a lot better than I like math,” I said, snuggling her closer to my chest.
I expected her to get up, but instead, she let out a sigh and snuggled her head closer on my lap.
“Bryan…”
“What?”
“You’re really confusing,” she crinkled her nose, “Anyone ever tell you that?”
I stroked her hair gently and rested my free hand on the small of her waist. “You think so? I think I’m pretty direct.”
She got up then and sat across me. Her exposed skin in the rip of her jeans at her knee was distracting, and I started to caress her skin gently.
“Nope,” she emphasized the ‘p’ sound. “I think you’re pretty fucking confusing.”
I laughed, “I think you’re wrong about that. I know what I want, and I’m not afraid to get it.”
She narrowed her eyes at me as if she was trying to figure me out.