Page 106 of The Pact
I smile against his skin. “Hey, I’m very responsible.”
“And so am I,” he teases. “We’re both the oldest children. I think it was ingrained in us the minute we left the womb.”
I tilt my head just enough to look at him. “You did propose in the middle of us drinking wine after a custody meeting though.”
He grins. “Romantic, right?”
“Totally.”
He shifts slightly to prop himself up on one elbow so he can look at me. “You’re right, though. We should do this properly.”
“Okay … what does that mean to you?”
“First of all,” he continues, “we have to follow the rules of the pact.”
I blink. “Do you remember all of them?”
“Of course I do,” he says. “You think I’d forget the most important legally binding agreement of my life?”
I smirk. “Hardly legally binding.”
“Well, it was definitely emotionally binding.”
I smile because seeing him like this again makes my heart happy.
“Okay,” I say, “Let’s hear it.”
He holds up a finger. “No fuss wedding.”
“Agree,” I say immediately. I know I could have an outrageously expensive wedding that my mother would love to plan, but that’s not really my style.
“Oreo cake. Preferably mint Oreo, but we can do a plain double-stuffed layer for you.”
I smile. “Nonnegotiable.”
“Our song should be played at some point on that day.”
“Is it even a wedding without a Garth Brooks song?”
He points at me. “Exactly.”
When he raises another finger, he has a devilish look on his face. “Orgasms day and night.”
I suck in a breath because even though I just had an orgasm, those words coming out of his mouth … yeah, it wouldn’t take much to get me on my back.
“Right. Day and night,” I choke.
“What?” he says innocently. “It’s the pact, Doc.”
I try to hide my smile. “Uh-huh.”
“I’m just saying”—he lifts his brows—“we made a commitment.”
I shake my head, laughing. “Okay, you win.”
“And,” he continues, “never go to bed angry.”
My smile softens. “Never.”
