“What?” Gideon fumbled to turn the lamp on.
“We should get married,” I repeated.
“Are you serious?”
“If you want to. If you don’t, that’s okay too, but I just thought—”
“Yes,” Gideon cut me off. “Yes, I would love to marry you.”
“Really? Oh my God. I totally just proposed to you. I can’t wait to tell Rachel.”
“I can’t wait to be your husband.”
I smiled. “I can’t wait for that either.”
He kissed me, and we maybe got each other off again.
I loved that none of this was too weird for him. That it didn’t matter if we didn’t have rings yet and no one had gotten down on one knee. It had just happened and was just right, like everything about Gid and me.
Who knew that a phone call from a strange man named Chester would change my life? I had my grandma to thank for it—Wilma, who always loved me, though she’d never met me.
“Gid?”
“Yeah?”
“Can we still say we’re boyfriend goals even when we’re husbands? I mean, we can say husband goals, but it’ll take me some time to get used to it.”
“We’re us, Lo. We can say and do anything we want. That’s how we roll.”
Yes, it was, and even though neither of us was perfect, we kind of were together.