Page 112 of You Again

I wrap one arm around her back, pulling her closer. “Oh, it’s definitely your turn.

Rosalie giggles. “I thought it might be.”

“Prove it,” I say, securing my hold on her by wrapping my other arm about her waist. She isn’t going anywhere.

“Right now? Here?”

“The present’s as good as any.” My eyes roam over her face, and my head tries to convince me that it isn’t a dream. I squeeze her a little tighter and she grunts—yep, I am awake, not dreaming.

She tilts her head. “Okay. But you aren’t King Kong and I’m not the damsel in distress. So⁠—”

“Sure,” I say, loosening my hold by a degree.

She smirks. “Perfect.” She breathes in, then out, her chest rising and falling with the action. “Okay, then.” Rose leans in, her nose brushing my cheek before she presses one gentle kiss to my lips. Her fingers thread through my hair, and then she pulls back one inch, her eyes on mine. “Will you…” Another peck. “Zevulun Hayes…” A third teasing kiss. “Like to get matching tattoos this weekend?”

“Rose—”

Sighing, she grins. “Fine. Marry me, Zev?”

I beam like a goof. It cannot be helped. And while I should tease her back or make her wait for an answer, or make her guess… I can’t. Instead, my lips are back on hers, kissing her thoroughly, coming up for air only once to whisper, “I thought you’d never ask.”