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“I just did.”

“Now, who’s a terrible gender equalist?”

He scoffs. “You already knew that about me. It’s not a surprise.”

Fine. I’ll let him believe he’s won…for now. I’m really too tired to argue. I place a kiss against his full lips, wishing I had the energy for more. “This was a wonderful surprise, Rob. Thank you for my Promposal.”

“Thank you for saying yes.”

As if I would have ever said no to him. I couldn’t even when I tried.

Just as I’m settling back down for what will surely be the best nap I’ve had in weeks, the door bursts open. A cacophony of both praise and reprimands rains down over us.

No rest, it seems, for the wicked.

Oh, well. We can still look forward to Prom.