Page 868 of Not Over You

“Cheating is gross on its own, but it’s a sign that you are not meant to be. All couples have problems, but cheating would be a dead end for me.”

“So no cheating but murder is still on the table?”

She shrugs. “Depends.”

“Good to know,” I say.

“If you could kill any person on Earth with full immunity, who would it be?”

“Wow, you are scaring me a little,” I say with a chuckle and she laughs too. “Probably someone evil that makes life hard for others, like a dictator or a wanton polluter.”

“A wanton polluter, eh?” she asks. “I like that answer.”

“If you could do any job in the world, what would you do?” I take my turn.

“Surf instructor on Maui,” she says without hesitation.

“Okay, Gidget,” I say since she made me watch all of these old surfing movies and shows last weekend and we were both obsessed with Sandra Dee in the movie and Sally Field in the show. “I’d rather be in a surf gang like in Point Break.”

She cracks up and doesn’t stop laughing for a good minute.

“Are you done?” I ask, raising my eyebrow.

“Yes, I’m sorry, but I just can’t see you in a gang, you’re just too square, baby,” she says using some of the lingo from the old movies we watched.

“I guess Endless Summer is more my speed.”

“You’re no Swayze or Keanu, that’s for sure,” she teases and I tickle her.

“I’ll accept that because they are both legends.”

“Same question for you, what job?” she asks and I tickle her again.

“Cheater!”

“Meh, we are allowed one repeat each,” she says wrapping her hands around my wrist to keep from tickling her again.

“If we’re making rules up on the fly then maybe I can add a few too.”

She shrugs and leans in to kiss me, distracting me from all threats.

“I would be a SCUBA instructor in the Caribbean somewhere,” I answer.

“Man, we are so beachy.”

I kiss her on the tip of her nose. “That we are. What is one great hope you have for your life?” I ask, taking our truth game up a notch.

“Wow, you’re good at these. I want a family, a husband who loves and respects me, and three kids. Everything else would be icing on the cake.” She looks so beautiful right now. “Does it scare you to hear me say that?”

I shake my head. “It scares me that I might not be the husband.”

“Really?” she asks, surprised

“Really,” I say with conviction. “I love you, Mollie.” My heart is stuck in my throat as I say it but I just couldn’t hold it in anymore.

Her hands go to my face. “I love you too, Owen.” She pulls me to her and our lips meet. She is everything and I’m terrified and so sure all at once she is the one for me.

I roll so I’m holding myself on top of her, not breaking our kiss. She pulls me down and wraps her legs around my waist. Kissing her feels more vital than our confession of love for each other. It’s the extension of all that I feel, and it’s overwhelming and I don’t ever want to stop.

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