Laughing, she flung her arms around his neck and breathed in everything that was Grey. With a happy groan, he raised her into his arms and hugged her tight.
“No more signing boobs,” she whispered in his ear.
“Not even yours?” he asked.
A sudden swell of applause cut off any snappy retort she might have had, and she realized they had an audience. A very young, very excited audience who’d just witnessed their rock star idol proposing.
She shook her head at him and laughed. “You’re a dirty thinker, Grey Kingston. And I love you.”
“Love you more,” he said right back, and in front of their young crowd, he bent her backward and kissed her for all she was worth.