Page 46 of Stuck With My Rockstar Boss
“Do you have to pee? You should pee before we get to India.” Mika asks, her brow folded in bewilderment.
I laugh. “No, no, not…” I get caught in her pretty blue eyes that are looking at me with eager expectation. “I love you.”
Her confusion melts away and she smiles like a kid who just got a gold star on their math test. “Aw. I love you.”
“I want to marry you.” It just comes out.
Mika doesn’t reply. Her eyes widen slightly.
“What I mean is… will you marry me?” I ask.
“Is this… just spur of the moment or are you actually proposing?”
I remember the ring. “Fuck, I’m doing a bad job at this, um—” I reach into my pocket. “I had a whole proposal planned for when we get to India. But I’m too nervous to wait.” I pull out the ring box and open it. The fiery ruby beams splendidly.
Mika is stunned beyond belief. She stares at the ring, then looks at me, tears collecting in her eyes. “What?”
“Will you marry me?” I repeat, holding the box out to her.
A grin splits across her face. “Yes!” She grabs me and kisses me hard on the lips. “Obviously,” she murmurs, the word buzzing into my mouth.
“Yeah?”
“Yes, of course I’ll marry you!”
I can’t help beaming ear to ear as I take the ring out of the box. My hands are shaking as I slide the ring onto her finger. A perfect fit.
“Who picked this out?” she asks, twiddling her fingers and admiring the ring.
“Me,” I answer sheepishly.
“You?! Really?”
I blush. “It just… reminded me of you. Bold and different and...” I sigh. “Totally perfect.”
Mika rolls her eyes. “Shut up.” But I know that’s just because she doesn’t know how to accept such a compliment. “You’re perfect,” she says quietly to me and kisses me again. “And I still want that proposal in India.”
“Of course,” I smile.
She squeals and bobs her head side to side. “We’re getting married!”
This sets off a chain reaction of other passengers whispering, trying to figure out if they’ve just overheard a proposal. I couldn’t care less about the buzz, though. Don’t care if someone recognizes us and takes photos. Who do we have to answer to but each other?
Okay, actually, maybe one person.
“Hold on, I have to tell Amy before this leaks,” I mutter and pull out my phone. Mika clings to me, watching me put the call through.
Amy picks up after the first ring. “Don’t chicken out.”
“I won’t. I already did it.”
She screams. I can hear her jumping up and down. “I thought you weren’t doing it until– “
“He got nervous,” Mika says into the phone.
Amy screams again. Mika and Amy have only spent a handful of days together, but they were fast friends and now talk almost daily. “Oh my god, oh my god. Mika, it’s like we’re sisters.”
Mika and I laugh. Her hand tightens on my chest. “And I can’t think of a better person to design my dress than my one and only sister-to-be.”
