Page 120 of The Proposal Pact
“You can’t?” I frown, searching with my eyes for something that’s obstructing her.
“Yes, I can’t. I-I’m scared of heights.”
I stop. “Oh my fucking…” I bite back the string of curses hoping to spill at the stars above that gifted this girl to me and take a deep breath. “Why the hell did you climb up there then?”
“I blame adrenalin…and you!”
“Of course,I’mto blame. I was the one who started this pointless chase.”
“It was not pointless! We proved I’m always right.” She still manages to sound haughty up there, even in her current predicament.
“We—meaning me—knew that anyway.”
Sophie gasps and sends me a glare that I catch even in the dead of night. “Then why didn’t you just say so!”
“And miss all this fun?” I cross my arms, smirking and cock my head to the side to catch a glimpse of her two round ass cheeks hanging out.
“Pervert!” She catches me. “Stop checking out my ass. I thought you said this wasn’t your fault,” she spits out.
“It’s not.”
I can hear the click of her tongue over the crushing waves behind. “Staggering conclusion.”
I can’t help but laugh at her dry tone. “Glad you think so. Now, come on, you’re not that high up. If you jump, I’ll catch you.” I get into position.
“Yeah, th-that’s not going to h-happen.” Her teeth start to clatter from the cold chill sweeping across the beach.
“Sophie, I promise I’ll catch you.”
“Oh, I have no d-doubt you would.” Her matter-of-fact praise makes my chest swell like a damn peacock. I like knowing she believes in me. I like knowing she trusts me.
I like it all a lot.
What I don’t like isthe factthat I like it.
“Then what’s the problem?”
“I-If you catch me, it’ll mean you won.”
“Oh my God.” I groan, throwing my arms up. “I’ve already told you, you won.”
“Yeah, I d-don’t b-believe you. Not one little bit.”
“So, what’s your plan? Sit there until you grow old?”
“My plan is f-for you to figure it out.”
“Oh, really now? How fucking convenient.”
“I thought so too.”
“God curse the day I met this woman and my whole life went up in fucking flames.”
“I’d-d prefer to call it ‘added spark into it,’” she shouts, evidently hearing me talk to myself.
At least, she has no idea how much I mean that. Because I was absolutely content with my simple life, simple routine, no excitement, just living every day. And then comes in this wrecking ball of chaos, coloring over every gray area of my life until I no longer recognize it.
Who the fuck thought I would be looking forward to watching cop cam videos every night with Sophie curled up in my lap, feeding me chocolate-covered almonds—that she somehow figured out I loved—or going to the bar with our friends every weekend and sometimes even during the week when I’ve never show my face in there ever since I left LC at eighteen?
