15-05-2021-052358It-Ends-with-Us

that.”
I don’t push things with Ryle when it comes to speeding things up
in our relationship. Our lives are perfect how they are. We’re too busy
for a wedding anyway, so I don’t mind if he wants to wait a lot longer.
“What about you?” Allysa presses. “Would you say yes if he
proposed?”
I laugh. “Are you kidding me? Of course. I’d marry him tonight.”
Allysa looks over my shoulder at her bedroom door. She purses her
lips together and tries to hide her smile.
“He’s standing in the doorway, isn’t he?”
She nods.
“He heard me say that, didn’t he?”
She nods again.
I roll onto my back and look at Ryle, propped up against the
doorframe with his arms folded over his chest. I can’t tell what he’s
thinking after hearing that. His expression is tight. His jaw is tight. His
eyes are narrowed in my direction.
“Lily,” he says with stoic composure. “I would marry the hell out of
you.”
His words make me smile the most embarrassing, widest smile, so I
pull a pillow over my face. “Why, thank you, Ryle,” I say, my words
muffled by the pillow.
“That’s really sweet,” I hear Allysa say. “My brother is actually
sweet.”
The pillow is pulled away from me and Ryle is standing over me,
holding it at his side. “Let’s go.”
My heart begins to beat faster. “Right now?”
He nods. “I took the weekend off because my parents are in town.
You have people who can run your store for you. Let’s go to Vegas and
get married.”
Allysa sits up on the bed. “You can’t do that,” she says. “Lily’s a girl.
She wants a real wedding with flowers and bridesmaids and shit.”
Ryle looks back at me. “Do you want a real wedding with flowers
and bridesmaids and shit?”
I think about it for a second.
“No.”