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Chapter 50: Quincy, Part 2

Author: M.E. Carter
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His eyes widen. "Oh god, no! I am nowhere near ready for that."

I relax. "Good. Neither am I."

"Quincy, I'm not even ready to talk about moving in together."

"Sorry. I didn't mean to freak out. You started making a speech, and I wanted to make sure we were on the same page before you dropped down on one knee in front of everyone and got turned down."

He smacks me on the ass. "Do me a favor. If I ever do propose, and it happens to be in public, say yes no matter what. You can break it off with me as soon as we're alone, but it'll save me the public humiliation."

I chuckle. "Deal."

He runs his hand down one of my cheeks to cup my jaw. "I really do love you, though, Quincy. You juked me."

I smirk. "You're gonna have to teach me all your soccer lingo if I'm gonna stick around a while. I have no idea what you just said."

He smiles. "I saw you coming, but before I could even get my guard up, you ran right over me and left me dazed."

"That doesn't sound very good," I joke.

"Oh, but it is,"
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