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“What’s up, partner?”

“A few things,” I replied, as he sat down next to me. “Except thatI love you, there’s something up in my lap.”

He lowered his gaze and smirked.

“What about those sedatives you have been taking?”

“Fuck the sedatives.”

“What about your wound?”

“Fuck my wound.”

He grinned. “We’ll take care of your little problem, don’t worry.Tomorrow.”

I whined. “Oh, come on. First, it’s not a little problem. It’s abig problem, and I have had it for the last three months because you refuse totouch me. Second, the doctor said I’mfine.”

Tye shrugged. “Well, then, let him confirm it at your appointmenttomorrow, and we won’t be having this conversation again. Besides, you’reoverreacting. I have been touching you.

“Handsies and blowies don’t count,” I said in a low voice. “It’sas if you don’t love me anymore.”

I gave him an innocent look, but he merely shook his head. “Nicetry.”

Fuck, he knew me too well.

On the stage, Bruce was butchering “Can’t Take My Eyes Off ofYou,” but I had eyes and ears only for the man by my side.

“So,” Tye murmured, kissing my lips with just enough tongue tomake me feel frustrated. “Your place or mine, partner?”

We were mostly at his place because he had a bigger bed, but I hadother ideas, namely moving in together.

“How about we make it ours?” I suggested.

“How about we make it official?” he one-upped me.

“How official?”

“Very.”

I blinked in confusion as he reached behind him and pulled out abouquet of pink and white roses, similar to the one on our first date.

“Please don’t take this the wrong way,” he said, looking serious.“I firmly believe that even the manliest of men, such as yourself, can begifted a bouquet of flowers.”

“Oh,” I said, smiling. “No, that’s nice. What’s the occasion?”

“Erm, it’s…”

Next to me, Shelly gasped and clamped a hand over her mouth,staring at us wide-eyed.

After a slight hesitation, Tye took my hand in his, glancing at meunder his lashes.

“Look, I... I love you. You’re the only one I want, and I want usto last forever. I want us to grow old together, and maybe even... fuck, maybeeven have kids one day. I want everything, Dom.”

I gulped, realizing where he was going with this.

“Oh, my God!” Shelly exclaimed, standing up and waving at Brucemaniacally. “Brucie, get your ass over here! Tye is proposing!”

“Erm… I’ll just ask you,” Tye said, looking anxious. ““Do you wantme to kneel?”

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