Page 140 of Kiss Me Tonight

I wish . . .

My hands find my belly, and I hide a grin.

“Did you make your wish?” Dominic asks, his presence hot at my back.

“I did.” I stare up at the sky for one more moment, then add, “I made two.”

“Cheater.”

“Swindler,” I correct with a little laugh. “The first was that I wished you would kiss me tonight.”

I turn, expecting to see him standing in front of me—and then glance down. My hands fly to my mouth when I see him on his knees.

Ononeknee.

“Dominic—”

His hands shift forward, flirting with the moonlight to reveal the velvet box he’s holding. “I promise to kiss you every night for the rest of your life,” he vows, popping the box open to reveal a ring. The details are lost to the shadows and all I make out are a yellow stone and glittering diamonds. I don’t even care that it’s not fully visible, nestled in the black velvet as it is—it’sbeautiful.“I promise to always put you and Topher first.”

“Topher! Does Topher—”

Dominic chuckles huskily. “Topher helped me pick out the ring.”

“Oh.Oh.”

“I promise,” he continues smoothly, plucking the ring out of the box and holding it up, “to remind you that you may be my boss on the field but you like it when I boss you around in the bedroom.”

“Oh, my God, you’re crazy.”

“I also promise to accept the fact that Guinness somehow makes you drunker than a skunk, and that somehow, whenever you have some, you end up face-first in my lap.”

I’m a hot mess. A crying, hot mess.

“I don’t have the ability to plan for shooting stars but clearly the universe is looking out for me on this one. That was a great touch. Also, for what it’s worth, I have another pair of briefs in my duffel bag that readsFootball Husband, but I thought that might be a little too obvious. I’ll save them for our wedding night.”

My cheeks are warm, my limbs are shaking, and I have never, in my life, felt so treasured and loved as I do right now. “Yes!” I cry out. “Yes, I’ll marry you!”

Dominic dips his head, a deliciously smug smile spreading across his face. “Baby, I haven’t popped the question yet.”

“Justyes!My answer is yes.”

“I planned this whole thing out, you know. I want to see it all through.”

“You can really just put the ring on my finger. I won’t oppose.”

He draws in a sharp breath, and then . . . Pops. The. Question.

Only, it’s not the question I anticipated.

I stare down at him, brows creeping toward my hairline. “I’m sorry, I’m going to need you to repeat that for me.”

Dominic blinks up at me, all wide-eyed innocence. “Aspen, will you”—my breath catches—“do me the great honor of changing my ringtone on your phone?Bad Companyisn’t a good fit anymore.”

The problem with falling in love with a broken man is that when he becomesunbroken, he suddenly thinks he’s a comedian.

I stick out my left hand.

As I knew he would, he slides the most beautiful ring I’ve ever sort-of seen onto my fourth finger. He picked it out for me, with Topher’s help, which makes it perfect.Perfect for me.In a shaky voice that is so not like him, Dominic finally asks, “Will you marry me, Coach?”

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