Page 119 of You Kissed Me First

That only makes me blush harder.

“Is she right? Do you want my cock? I can find a private spot here. We can rent a cabana. Who cares who hears you scream, right?” Dominic whispers in my ear.

I giggle, pushing him away.

“Oh, to be young and in love, right babe?” Nessa pats Grant’s chest.

“We are in love too. Want me to make you blush?” Grant picks Nessa up, running off with her as she laughs.

I laugh, watching my sister slap at Grant’s back.

“I want what they have one day,” I murmur, not quite sure why I said it.

I tense when I realize Dominic heard me.

Will he think I’m trying to force him into that?

I hear him take a breath as if he’s about to speak, but before he can, Abby comes up, linking her arm through mine.

“Katie, can you go to the bathroom with me? I hate going by myself in foreign places.”

Her tone is light, but her eyes are pleading.

“Of course.” I turn to Dominic. “Be right back?”

He nods. “I’ll make sure you don’t get kidnapped. Besides, they might beg me to take you back when they realize how much you talk.”

I slap his chest. “Asshole. You love when I talk.”

Something in his eyes looks softer. “I do.”

My heart catches in my chest. Before I can process, Abby is pulling me away.

Dominic smiles, blowing me a kiss.

As soon as we are inside the bathroom, Abby turns to me. “Something is up with Alan. I think he might propose or something.”

“What?” I whisper, giving her all my attention. “What makes you think that?”

A random lady walks by us, giving us an odd look, but I shoot her a small smile.

“Last night, after we got back to the room, he said he wanted to talk. Then he started saying all these things about how much he loved me, and he feels he’s not enough for me. I have no idea where he got the idea he’s not enough. Anyway, so then he asked what he could do to be better for me, and I was shocked. I have no idea because he’s already the best for me. So I asked him if I could think about it. He said yes of course, but when we laid down to go to bed, I heard him whisper that he wanted to marry me. I pretended not to hear him because I do not want to be proposed to while lying in bed after a conversation like that.” She wrings her hands, staring at the floor.

“Hey.” I pull her chin up. “Do you want to marry him?”

Her eyes soften. “More than anything.”

“Then why does it matter how he proposes. If I found a man I wanted to marry, I would be happy with him saying the words. He wouldn’t even have to give me a ring or drop to one knee for me. Knowing he loves me would be enough.”

She takes a deep breath. “You’re right. What if I fucked up?”

I shake my head. “You didn’t. It sounds like he wasn’t trying to propose. Maybe he’s feeling insecure. Reassure him that you love him. Tell him there’s nothing he can do because he’s already everything you want. Maybe even tell him that one day you want to marry him.”

“You think?” Her eyes are teary now.

I brush a piece of hair back from her face. “I know. If it’s meant to be, it will be.”

“Kind of like you and Dom, right? We all thought you should’ve been with him from the beginning. We were actually expecting it when you first met, but then you kind of just went on a hating spree of him.”

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