Rockin' the Heart (Hot Wired) (33 page)

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Authors: Gracen Miller

She retrieved the stupid fucking magazine and picked up where she left off
…

I’m almost certain we’re all a bit in shock and awe by their hotness level together. We all desire a fairytale romance like theirs. He’s her prince charming and she’s his snow white. Yeah, yeah, mock me for getting sappy. In my interview with them Fang had one question—

Huh? Sam didn’t recall Heath asking any questions.

—and I promised him I’d write it exactly how he asked it… “Brat, I told you if you finagled the paparazzi just right you could make them work for you. This is proof. Will you marry me, Sam?”

Wait? What?
Huh
? She backtracked and reread the last few sentences in silence. From her peripheral vision she noted Heath went to his knees in front of her.

Her breathing set a three-fourths beat as she met his gaze.

“Marry me, brat, and give me a chance to tame your rebellion.” He presented a red, velvet box and opened the lid.

She didn’t even look at the ring
that was sure to be nestled inside.
This has gotta be a dream
.

“It’s not.” She didn’t even realize she’d spoken aloud until he commented. Sam blinked as Heath went on. “You saying ‘yes’
is
my fantasy. Will you say ‘yes’ to becoming Mrs. Heath Fangor?”

Sam melted out of her seat and onto the floor with him. Her lips captured his in a graceless kiss
, and she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. “Yes, Heath,” she whispered against his mouth. “Yes, I’ll marry you.”

H
e gripped her hair and embraced her in an emotional smooch that promised all sorts of wicked promises. “Do you like your ring?”

“I like anything you give me.” She hugged him and buried her face in the crook of his neck. The dreamlike quality
failing to evaporate.

“You haven’t even looked at it, brat.”

“I didn’t need to look at it to like—” She gasped when she got a glance at the massive stone. A heart shaped diamond, three-ish carats, surrounded by red stones, and set in an antique platinum setting. “That is way too much for me.”

“Nothing is too much for you.”

“Heath, that is what three carats?”

“F
ive.”

She gasped stuttering over the enormously ridiculous size. “
It’s one of a kind, just like my girl. I worked with a designer to make it for you.” He pulled the jewelry out of the box and slid it onto her finger. “If you don’t like it, you can take it back.”

Was he crazy?

“I love it.” Sam palmed the side of his face with her left hand. “But I have a few rules.”

Heath grinned
, and she bet he was thinking of the night she told him she had a few rules before she’d agree to be his real girlfriend. “Let me hear them.”

“I get the left side of the bed.”

“Done.”

“Even when I’m wrong, I’m right.”

He chuckled. “Haven’t we already established that?”

“No stupid endearments.”

“Wouldn’t think of it!” His simulated shock teased a chuckle from her.

“You agree to never call me on stage again.”

“No promises.”

He could’ve pretended to consider it. “Heath!”

“Brat, when you’re on that stage prancing around like you own the platform, it’s fucking hot. Makes me hard, eager to get you in bed so we can play.”

Sweet talker
. Using her fingertip she traced his lips. “Watching you on stages makes me wet.”

He groaned. “That’s all I’ll be thinking about at the next concert.”

She grinned. “This one’s a deal breaker, Heath.”

He said nothing, just waited for her to
speak.

“I will always
love you more.” His mouth parted with what she knew would be an objection. She tapped her newly decorated ring finger against his lips. “I’m going to prance around on stage for you and endure the bloodsucking paparazzi for you.
I love you more
. Admit it.”

“I have a rule.”

She scowled at him, but he clearly didn’t buy the gravity of her expression or rule. He responded in like manner and elevated his eyebrows.

“Name it
,” she said.

“If I have to admit you love me more, then
you
have to admit that
I need you more
.”

Sam busted out laughing.