Bryson
I was nervous. She didn’t text us all day and I have no idea how she’s handled our gifts.
“Do you think we are going to walk in on a pissed-off woman, or a happy one?” I asked Bryce. We were sitting in my Camaro, both of us nervous as f*ck.
“I’m crossing my fingers and toes that she’s forgiven us for being inconsiderate asses. I’m telling her I love her tonight,” he said.
“Me too. I just want to reassure her that she’s ours, and she’s not going anywhere and neither are we. I have something to tell you,” I said.
“What’s up?”
“I want to marry her, but if you want to marry her, I will gladly step aside, and we can have a commitment ceremony.”
He looked at me, his mouth dropping open. “You’d do that? For me? You’d let me marry her?”
“Yeah. I mean, we’re for life, right?
