Page 238 of Boyfriend of the Hour
“I’ll be whatever you want me to be,” I told him as I pressed my lips to his. “Just as long as we can be those things together.”
Nathan kissed me back, giving me one of his patented whole-hearted, forceful-yet-gentle, just-like-the-first-time kisses that stole my heart completely. It wasn’t a kiss that negated the sadness I knew would hang over me like a shroud for a long time to come. But it told me he was there with me, ready to steal that sadness away for a moment or two anytime I needed.
Like a pirate. Or a surgeon. A roommate. A boyfriend. Maybe even one day a husband.
But none of it mattered now.
He was just Nathan. And with him, I was just Joni. Together, we were perfect.
“What about fiancée?” he murmured against my lips. “Do you think you could be that one day too?”
I couldn’t hide my smile. I found I didn’t want to. “Maybe one day. When we’re ready.”
Nathan nodded, though his dimple didn’t disappear as he started driving. And didn’t for a long time.
“We should start another list,” he said sometime later as he turned onto a freeway heading north. He pulled out the little black notebook that was always in his jacket pocket. A new one, I realized. The old one was probably at the bottom of the Atlantic.
He opened to a new page and balanced it on the steering wheel so he could write across the top:
HOW TO BE A GOOD FIANCÉ
I took the book, looked at the title, and thought for a moment before I scribbled down something and handed it back to him.
“That was quick.”
“I only had one thing to add.”
Nathan looked down at rest the list as I’d written it. It only had one item.
HOW TO BE A GOOD FIANCÉHow NATHAN Can Be A Good Fiancé
1. Just be your incredibul self and remember: your one-day wife-to-be loves you just the way you are.
