Page 39 of The Trust
Mac managed to get his arcade up and running with the same premise.
Every is welcome here.
So, we’re hosting a soft opening for the place with his band and brothers before the official grand opening in a few weeks.
“We need some tunes up in this bitch!” Lemon yells and a few snickers follow him.
It doesn’t take long before Rex starts singing “Soulmates” by Chanin. He dances with Ari, his wife, as he harmonizes the song into the open space, his bandmates following suit.
But when Mac reaches for me, pulling me to my feet, I can’t stop the flush. The grin. The feel of air filling my lungs.
Audibly.
He wraps his arms around my neck even though he’s leading us, and we sway together, slow dancing in the middle of his arcade and I’ve never felt so damn loved before in my life.
When I look at him, I see forever. My forever. The one where we’re both happy and whole and get everything we’ve ever needed. Anything we’ve always wanted.
It’s been seven months—and in some cases, that’s way too soon—but as I lean down to press my forehead to Mac’s, I know that I can’t wait. Not another moment. Not another missed chance.
He’s waited this long after all.
My soulmate. My life.
“Vida,” I whisper, the tickle of his breathy answer tingles my lips, and I meet his eyes. “Tell me you don’t wanna go back.”
His brows dip, but his lips are still tipped up at the corner.
“Never,” he says with such vehemence, such certainty, that I feel my own smile stretch. “But why you asking me that? You already know my answer.”
I should be nervous, shouldn’t I?
But as I roll my forehead over his, match his steps in our sway to a song that’s faded for everyone else by now but never ends for us, I can’t find it in me to see any other way.
He’s right here.
Chaos and grins.
The light of my life.
My burning answer.
Mi Vida.
“Cásate conmigo.”
He freezes and squeaks out awhatthat I know isn’t one where he needs me to repeat it, but instead needs a second to compute it, and I take the chance anyway.
Grabbing his arms, I pull them from my neck. Slide my hands down to hold his.
Drop to my knee.
“Marry me.”
His eyes go wide. Glassy.
“Have kids with me.”
His body trembles.
