by Eden Finley
People say you shouldn’t propose unless you know the answer will definitely be yes, and while Miller has said we’re in this forever, we’ve never actually spoken about marriage.
In the four years since I turned up in Chicago, marriage hasn’t been mentioned once. If he wanted it, surely, he would’ve said something by now … maybe. Come to think of it, I haven’t mentioned it either, but here I am. God, what if it’s something he doesn’t want? Valid question this day and age.
Fuuuck.
Maybe I should just give him a hug.
When he makes it to the stage, his eyes are slightly widened, but he’s got a smile on his face—a winning smile, because we fucking did it.
My doubt and worry melt away, because even if he doesn’t want to get married, I want him to know that it’s me and him forever. Whether we take this step or not, it doesn’t matter to me, because I’ll still have him.
I go to hand over the trophy to him but pull him into a hug at the same time, squishing it between us. God, he smells incredible. Like Miller mixed with football. We’re still in our heavy pads and sweaty and dirt-soaked uniforms, but this moment couldn’t smell any sweeter.
The crowd seems to get louder, but it’s all drowned out by my heartbeat in my ears.
Most people propose with a ring. I’m doing it with the Vince Lombardi Trophy. But hey, at least he can never complain about me half-assing it.
My brain and body seem to be on the same wavelength for once, and instead of doing the big, public, over-the-top marriage proposal I’d been thinking about, all I do is turn my head and whisper in Miller’s ear.
“Marry me, Shane.”
He pulls back abruptly and lets go of the trophy, which slips out of my hands at the same time. Considering neither of us are receivers on the field, I’m impressed when we both catch it again.
We laugh, but it fades when our eyes meet.
“Say it again,” Miller says. “So I’m sure it actually happened.”
“Marry me. Be my husband. My best friend. My life partner. My everything.”
It’s only now I realize the announcer has shoved the microphone in our faces again, and the entire eighty-thousand seat stadium heard. Everyone gets to their feet.
Oh fuck …
Public proposal it is after all.
Miller just smiles and leans in to the microphone.
With a simple word, my whole life becomes complete. “Yes.”
Thank you!
Thank you for reading Blindsided. Talon and Miller were one of those couples who just would not shut up and needed their own story.
Another pair who are dying to get a book is young Jet with hockey hunk Soren. They’re up next in the Fake Boyfriend universe, but like Talon and Miller, they will most-likely not contain a fake boyfriend trope.
Jet was supposed to run off and live his music dream in a music world. Turns out, he might not want to leave big brother’s world behind. Release date TBA.
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FAKE BOYFRIEND SERIES
Fake Out (M/M)
Trick Play (M/M)
Deke (M/M)
Blindsided (M/M)
Hat Trick (Coming soon!)
STEELE BROTHERS
Unwritten Law (M/M)
Unspoken Vow (Coming soon!)
ROYAL OBLIGATION
Unprincely (M/M/F)
ONE NIGHT SERIES
One Night with Hemsworth (M/F)
One Night with Calvin (M/F)
One Night with Fate (M/F)
One Night with Rhodes (M/M)
One Night with Him (M/F)
Acknowledgments
I want to thank my betas: Leslie Copeland and Jill Wexler.
A special mention to my other early readers: Crystal Lacy, May Archer, Anita Maxwell, Jenn Taylor, Sam Desity, Aimie Jennison, and Kimberly Readnour.
Deb Nemeth for the wonderful editing.
Thanks to Kelly from Xterraweb copy-editing/proofing.
And to Lori Parks for the last read through.
Kellie Dennis from Book Cover by Design, you are always a rockstar.
Lastly, a big thanks to Linda from Foreword PR & Marketing for helping get this book out.
