JJ
For one ridiculous second, I couldn’t make my mouth work.
Nixx was kneeling in front of me on our back porch, holding a ring, and Benny had his hand resting over mine. Beyond the porch light, the yard was quiet. Upstairs, Millie was asleep with Rabbit, completely unaware that her mother had forgotten how to speak.
“JJ?” Nixx asked. His voice was steady, but the hand holding the box wasn’t.
I looked into those dark eyes. I remembered being afraid of that stare, back when he wore a helmet and I didn’t know who was underneath. I remembered the first time he let me decide whether he could touch me. He’d spent a long time learning that loving me didn’t give him the right to decide what happened next.
“Yes,” I said.
His expression shifted. “Yeah?”
“Yes, Roy. I’ll marry you.”
He laughe
