His lips crash onto mine, staking his claim, as if the ring on my finger didn’t do that enough. I get lost in his kiss just like I always do. I can kiss this man forever, and now I get to. I finally open my eyes.
“Hi.”
“Hi,” he says back, panting, and I notice his shorts are little too tight.
He looks up and then searches the room. I turn around and see that we were so preoccupied that we didn’t even notice Dani and Kyler leave the room. Oops.
“Should we go find them? I’m hungry.”
When this man is hungry, he goes from zero to hangry pretty quickly, but I think it’s best to give them time.
“I think we should let them talk first. It was a lot today. I think they have some things to talk about.”
Zach pouts like a child, earning a giggle and eye roll from me. My future husband, ladies and gentlemen.
Zach plops down on his favorite chair and lasts all but five minutes before he jumps up. “Okay, I’m starving.”
I chase after him. “Babe, I think you should wait or maybe knock first.”
“I’m hungry, Hails,” he shouts over his shoulder as he reaches the door. “You guys wanna go out or order piz…fuck! Not again,” Zach yells before slamming the door shut.
Oh shit! He blocked me, but I did catch a glimpse of Dani’s back, and I’m pretty sure she was on Kyler’s lap. I think it’s safe to say the two of them made up.
Zach continues to yell at them through the closed door. “Seriously, Dani, haven’t you ever heard of a fucking door lock?”
I can hear their laughter on the other side, and as awful as it is, I can’t hide my laughter either. The poor guy walked in on her sister in the act not only once but now twice.
In between her fit of giggles, Dani yells back, “Haven’t you ever heard of knocking first?”
“I told you to knock first. Maybe you should listen to me more often,” I add as Zach continues to curse and grumble.
By the time I reach the living room, he’s already sitting in his chair again, probably wishing he’d listened to me in the first place, but I won’t tell him “I told you so,” at least not yet.
I crouch down in front of him. His elbows are propped up on his knees, and his head is in his hands.
“For fuck’s sake. I’m going to need some therapy for this. I’m not even hungry anymore.”
I raise my eyebrows at him.
His head moves in agreement. “Okay, okay. I am still hungry.”
I stand and step between his legs and sit in his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck. His hands rest on my thighs. “What do you say we go get a pizza, and then we can come back and celebrate? Remember that whole thing that we got engaged today?”
His eyes go wide. “What? We did?”
He clutches his chest in shock.
I poke his chest. “Hilarious, asshole. You better watch it.”
“Or what?”
I ponder it over. Hmmm…think quick.
“Or you don’t get dessert after dinner.” I stand and go to walk away when he pulls me into his lap.
“Dinner, then your dessert, babe. Let’s go.” He pushes me up and smacks my butt.
When I turn to face him, he gives that signature Jacobs wink and holds his hand out for me to take.