Page 216 of Finding Hope

I look up into his beautiful blue eyes. My heart’s breaking into a million pieces, and this asshole’s over here smiling his dimple smile.

“First word that comes to your mind. Ready?”

My lips quiver with tears and heartbreak. “Okay.”

“Do you love me?”

Definitely. Easy question.“Yes.”

He smiles with victory. “Good, ‘cause I love you, too.” He drops a soft kiss on my cheek. “Next question.” He runs his good arm along my cast. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m okay.”

“Can I sign your cast later?”

“Okay,” I laugh. I look down at his arm in a sling. “No cast.”

“You can sign my arm if you want. I’ll tattoo it straight onto my skin.”

He probably would.

He’s such a tattoo whore.

“When do you go back to school?”

“August. When do you go back to training?”

He shrugs casually. “I’ll be off for months. I probably won’t ever go back pro again…” He studies my eyes and runs his fingers through my hair. “So you have time before you have somewhere to be?”

I nod.

“Wanna spend your time with me?”

“Yeah,” I whisper desperately. “I really do. No work, no distractions, no other boyfriends.”

He laughs. “That rule stands for the rest of our lives.” He lowers his forehead until it rests on mine. “No other boyfriends allowed.”

“Okay.”

“You ready for the next question?”

I nod.

He reaches back into his pocket, takes my hand in his, turns my palm up and places something small and light in the center. Closing my fingers around the object tight enough sharp corners bite against my skin, he has my breath catching in my lungs.

“Next question; you wanna love me for the rest of our lives? ‘Cause I’ll love you for the rest of mine.”

“Jack–”

“We’re still playing.” His dimple pops playfully. “First word that comes to your mind.”

Yes. Hell yes. Fuck yes.“Yes.”

His eyes widen. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” My hand squeezes firmly around the diamond ring in my palm. “Yeah. I’ll love you for the rest of my life.”

“Next question.”

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