Page 46 of Fore-Ever Yours

My heart leaps at his words.We. Not him, not I, butwe—as in Matthew and I together. His green eyes are sparkling with unshed tears of happiness as he pulls me into his arms.

I rest my head against his chest, soaking in his warmth and presence. His heartbeat is steady under my ear, a soothing rhythm amidst the chaos of emotions churning inside me.

“I wouldn’t be here without you, Beth,” he whispers into my ear, his voice shaking slightly.

Matthew pulls away, his eyes still bright with joy. His mouth opens to say something but a reporter waves him over. He kisses my forehead softly before letting me go to attend to the press.

I follow behind him, my heart pounding in my chest. His lips still tingling on my forehead, his whispered words echoing in my mind.

This is what he’s been working for since we first met. It’s exciting to see him achieving his dreams—it’s every bit as thrilling as I thought it would be. As I watch him, talking animatedly to the reporter, a question forms in my mind. It shouldn’t be there, not now, not in the middle of this celebration. But it’s there. A question that threatens to shatter rule #4 completely.

What happens after all this?

Because I realize now that there is no “after all this” if it means without Matthew by my side. The thought alone feels like a part of me is missing. A vital part. A part that I didn’t even know existed until Matthew came into my life.

“Matthew, T9 at fourteen under, securing your Summit Pro Tour card—how’s this moment hitting you?” the Coastal Golf reporter asks.

“I can’t put into words how I’m feeling right now,” Matthew says, turning back to look at me.

A wide smile stretches across his face, and I feel my heart flutter wildly in response. “It’s been a long journey, filled with more ups and downs than I could’ve ever imagined. To be here now, having achieved one of my dreams...it feels surreal.”

“And your Betthew clips, especially that viral Savannah T12, landed you this exemption. How’s that fan buzz shaped your journey?”

“The support from my fans has been immense. I wouldn’t be here without their constant encouragement and belief in me. And as for Betthew,” he chuckles, glancing back at me again, “she made it possible. Her belief in me, her support...everything we’ve been through together, it shaped my journey more than anything else.”

A warmth spreads through me, and I’m not sure if it’s joy for this success or the bubbling affection for him that I’ve been trying to push down for weeks.

I feel an arm wrap around my shoulders, and I turn to see Maggie, her eyes welling with tears.

“Look at our Matthew,” she murmurs, her voice filled with pride.

I nod, my own eyes burning as I stare at Matthew.

Our Matthew. My Matthew.

It sounds so natural, so right. Like we belong together. And it’s the sudden realization that I’ll do anything, absolutely anything—including telling him how I feel with a potential risk of making myself look like a complete fool—to keep him in my life.

Then my phone buzzes, startling me out of my thoughts.

Desi

Watching the live press conference!

I chuckle at her excited message and quickly type back.

Me

He did it!

Desi

YOU did it! Elevate Marketing is about to explode, girl! You’re going to get a ton of new inquiries from potential clients.

Me

I’m not even worried about that right now. Just celebrating Matthew.

Desi

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