But as usual, my man knows what I really need.
And delivers.
“Everybody get out!” Vin shouts, before walking to the front door and holding it open.
The music turns off abruptly as the others scramble to grab their things, looking around in confusion.
“Nice party,” Andre comments before Vin shoves him out the door.
“Get your shit and leave. My girl needs me to rock her world.”
I can still hear their laughter echoing down the hallway once he slams the door behind them.
“You are so damn crazy. But I love it.” I kiss his face, still laughing.
“I love you, too.” Vin leans his forehead against mine. “Ari, the things I feel for you, they’re so big. I can’t keep them inside.”
“You don’t have to keep anything locked up anymore. I love you.”
He takes my hand. “I know you don’t like to move too fast. And I know you hate all that fake romantic shit, anyway. So I’m not asking you to marry me.”
I gasp when he pulls a ring from his pocket.
His eyes hold mine. “You don’t have to call it an engagement ring. Just as long as you promise to love me, live with me, and cause trouble with me for the rest of our lives.”
I sniffle as I squeeze his hand. “The rest of our lives, huh? That’s a really long time.”
His eyes search mine worriedly.
“Don’t panic. This is me not asking you to marry me, remember?”
I leap into his arms, knowing he’ll always catch me. Then I whisper-yell against his lips.
“This is me not saying yes.”
I hope you enjoyed NEED ME!
Keep reading for an excerpt of Andre’s book, ASK ME! Although I have to warn you, this book is best avoided if you are in any danger of peeing when you laugh. You’ll understand when you get to the unicorn scene. Just… trust me.
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DING DONG I JUST GOT DITCHED
Andre
I’m that guy. The one women want and other men want to be.
Arrogant? Maybe.
Accurate? Abso-F’ing-lutely.
So when my brother dares me to hit on women as a regular guy, I’m up for the challenge. It turns out quite a few ladies like ripped jeans just as much as haute couture. Except for one. Casey. Nothing I do impresses this girl which only makes me want her more. For the first time, I’m smitten.
Until she ditches me after a night of intense passion.