Page 72 of Happy Krampus Xmas & the Meet Not Cute
“You… The game,” I splutter, pointing at the field, not understanding what’s going on. Did he leave the game to talk to me? I’m pretty sure that’s not allowed. Is it?
“Where are you going?” he asks again, and this time, I hear the anxiousness in his voice.
“To grab a churro to shove up your father’s ass in case he comes back.” I lift my palms up. “Don’t say it’s not healthy food, his flaccid rear won’t mind.” I try to play it cool, but my voice comes out trembly. Inside, I’m a fucking wreck.
“Come here.” He climbs another step. Two more, and we will be chest to chest.
I shake my head. Everybody is staring at us. I feel on display. Vulnerable. The silence is deafening. I push a weak hand to his chest, but he moves another step. And then? Then he slowly goes down on one knee.
It’s like a sledgehammer to the heart seeing him lowering down. Everything stops. Stillness surrounds me while every muscle inside my body tingles. My skin feels prickly. My insides twist and my mouth turns dry.
“Bloody hell!” I hear Lori’s gasp.
“It’s my turn to give you a fancy word,” he says, taking my hand and threading our fingers. “You’re incandescent. There’s a sense of radiance and inner light about you, that captivates and illuminates the world around you. It fucking ensnared me, youdid, Spencer Anderson. You guided me toward a better path, the right path with your perseverance, integrity, and…balls of steel.”
I take a trembly breath while I hear some giggling around us.
“There’s nobody but me and you, since the day you landed on my lap. The most beautiful and annoying man who’s ever elbowed me in the guts,” he adds.
I feel a tear rolling down my cheek as I smile at him. He swept away all my doubts in less than a minute.
“You’re going nowhere unless I follow you, baby,” he says earnestly.
Oh God, he needs to shut up, or I’ll fill this stadium with tears. “That’s quite clingy and stalkerish,” I joke; my voice sounds wet.
“And you love it.”
Fuck yes, I do. It certainly helps with my fear of abandonment.
“And you love…me?” he asks hesitantly in his softest voice.
I gasp, more tears falling down. His brown puppy eyes shine brightly with hope.
I let out a shaky exhale and nod again, my heart racing inside my chest.
“Of course, he bloody does, Thor!” We both smile at Lori’s comment.
“Just as much as I love you,” TJ confesses.
I close my eyes and suck in a trembling breath before looking down at him again. I shake my head. He frowns and part his lips,but I don’t let him utter another word. I cup his face and tug it toward mine, foreheads touching.
“More,” I whisper on his lips just before he captures mine in a passionate kiss and lifts me up in his arms without leaving my mouth. Screams and claps and some booing—homophobic jackasses—rise from the people around us.
When we part, I'm panting and he’s smiling like a loon. It makes me chuckle.
“I have a game to finish, probably going to be benched for the rest of it, but I don’t fucking care,” he tells me. “It was worth it. You are worth it, baby.”
Baby. Baby. Baby.
“I’ll go back to my seat.” I pat his chest.
“Give me those lips again before I go. I need all the luck I can get.” His puppy eyes are gleaming with mirth. I’ll never be able to resist them, will I?
“What about your lucky cap?”
“You’re all the luck I need, Spencer.”
I smile and kiss him deep and fast. And then I follow his tight ass until he reaches the field.
