Page 134 of My Family

I stare at them for a second.

Then I turn around.

Liam is still sitting on the bed.

He's so beautiful.

His black fringe is still a little damp from the shower, falling across his forehead. Those bright blue eyes. His face still flushed from the workout. The black facility shirt and shorts. The long socks he wears, which I've always found inexplicably attractive.

I walk back to him.

Then I get down on one knee.

His eyes go wide.

A baffled, delighted smile spreads across his face.

"What are you…?"

"You asked me last night," I say.

He stops.

I take his hand.

"Now I'm asking you."

His smile disappears for half a second, shocked.

"Liam," I say. "Will you marry me?"

I hold up the strip of temporary tattoos like it's a ring.

He stares at me.

Then at the tattoos.

Then back at me.

The ridiculous grin returns.

"Are you serious?"

"Someday I'm going to do this properly. With an actual ring and everything you deserve."

My voice shakes a little.

"But I'm asking you for real now."

His eyes are getting wet.

"Will you be my fiancé?"

I squeeze his hand.

"And then my husband?"

"Holy motherfucking shit," he says, because of course he does.