Page 183 of Sour Notes

Tears flood my eyes.

“Oh my god, why are you so annoying? You always manage to one-up me.”

Swayze throws his head back, roaring with laughter, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

“You’re gonna love the next bit then…”

Wait, what?

Smirking at my confused expression, he nods down at his chest.

“Look again. What else do you see?”

I look a little closer and see numbers written just below her—err, I mean me.

Inky me.

Not numbers.

A date.

Wait. Today’s date?

October 31.

“Why do you have today’s date tattooed on you?”

"Well, Angel…” He drops to his knee on the bed. “This is going ass backwards, just so you know, because you threw my plans into total disarray. As usual.”

His disgruntled face morphs into a smile again when he pulls out a ring box from his pocket. Flicking it open, he exposes a huge, radiant-cut, solitaire diamond with a Post-it folded into the lid.

“To answer your question, I got today’s date tattooed on me because it’s the day you agree to be mine forever.”

My heart starts thundering wildly in my chest, butterflies having a whole-ass rave inside me. Is he actually doing what I think he is? Because if he is, hell yes! I am so down to marry this man.

“If that’s your way of asking me to marry you, Wolfie, you suck at it.”

He leans forward, a cocky smirk on his face.

“I wasn’t asking, Angel.”

He pulls the ring from the box, sliding it onto my ring finger—of course it’s the perfect fit because Mr. Perfect picked it—and kisses me softly.

Pulling away, he threads a hand through my hair, meeting my eyes with a smirk.

“I figured if you needed time to ease into the idea, we’d just tell people it was fake for now.”

EPILOGUE

SWAYZE

“Well, look who’s killing it with the couples costumes this year. Weeeelllll… kinda.” Haven laughs, pulling Mia into a hug while Axel backslaps me in greeting.

Looking over at my girl, I can’t help the grin spreading across my face.

She’s a sexy as fuck Little Red Riding Hood tonight. Her long dark waves are in two braids, lips painted the same red as her cape, and she’s wearing a cute as fuck bouncy little mini dress—that I’m dying to drag her out onto the patio to explore further.

I’ve come dressed as… well… myself. I wasn’t about to parade around in an actual wolf costume, plus I need to be able to kiss my girl whenever I want, not have my face covered so I can barely even see her.