Page 116 of Kings of Westbrook High

“Uh, Mr Kingston?” I clear my throat, patting his back. “A fist bump woulda done it. Maybe a high five?”

He laughs lightly and pulls back, shaking his head at me. “You’re just like her, you know that?”

I frown, rolling my lips when I realize he’s talking about Claire. “I’ve heard that a couple times, yeah.”

His glassy eyes hit mine and he shakes it off, looking to his boys. “See you tonight?”

They grin without confirming what tonight is and he grins back, crooking his finger at his security team. They follow him out and I spin to face the boys, raising a brow because I know they’re hiding something.

“What’s goin’ on?”

They shrug as one and Damon grabs my hand, pulling me in to sandwich me between the three of them. They wrap their arms around me and I grin like an idiot, dropping my head on Damon’s chest to hide the stupid ass happy tears filling my eyes. Just then, shouting fills my ears and the four of us line up to lean over the railing, watching the cops drag Katherine through the angry mob of people on the street. They shove her ass inside the back of a cop car and I smirk, stealing Wren’s joint from his mouth to take a long hit.

“What now boys?”

“What now, she says.” Wren laughs lightly, snatching his joint back.

“Fifty bucks says she makes a run for it.” Kai smirks, bumping his fist over my head.

“Deal.”

I raise a brow at that, sliding my eyes to Damon. “Somethin’ you wanna tell me, big brother?”

He wraps his arm around my waist to pull me into him and tangles his fingers in my hair, speaking over my lips. “Marry me.”

My brows raise and I pull my head back, outraged. “What the fuck did you just say to me?”

“Marry me.” He says it again, slower this time. “Tonight. Today. Now.”

I blink, bouncing my eyes between his for the longest time because I’m almost sure I’m hearing things.

“You can’t be serious.” I rasp, shaking my head when I realize he’s deadly fucking serious. “Are you outta your fuckin’ mind?”

He nods, grinning while he lifts a big ass golden rock between us.

“Damon..” I warn, feeling my heart shake in my chest when I realize I’ve seen that before. “That’s your Mom’s.”

He nods some more, taking my left hand to slide it over my ring finger. “You’re mine, I love you, and I wanna marry you.” He says simply, interlocking his fingers with mine. “So marry me, punk.”

“Damon, we’re in high school.” I argue, rolling my eyes when he shrugs like it doesn’t matter. “I’m only seventeen, and I’m pretty sure you need a parent’s permission to-”

He lifts the papers in his hand and smirks, cocky as shit. “Done.”

My jaw drops and I snatch them from him, scanning my eyes over the consent agreement. “You didn’t.”

“I did.” He teases, wrapping his arms around me to pull me back in. “Tell me yes and I’ll put us on a plane right now and take you wherever you wanna go, tell me no and I’ll throw your sexy little ass over my shoulder and take you kicking and screaming. Your choice, punk.”

I exhale an aggravated breath and look down to examine the engagement ring on my finger, trying for a glare when he grins like an idiot.

He knows he’s got me.

“Fine.” I shrug, shoving the papers at his chest. “But if you’re expecting me to dress up like a princess or some shit, you can go fuck yourself, and I’m not getting on a fuckin’ plane.”

He laughs at me, teasing my lips with his. “Why not?”

“Because I said so.” I tease back, snatching his hand to drag him through my bedroom and across the hall to the den. “You said I could choose, right?”

“Yeah..”

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