My Best Friend's Ex(124)By: Quinn & Meghan Quinn
Taking a deep breath, I look her in the eyes and say, “Emma, you came back into my life when all I could see was darkness surrounding me. You moved into our house when I wasn’t sure if I even wanted to still live there myself. You helped me see the beauty in the place we call home. You brightened every ounce of my life with your smile, your teasing, and your weird random purchases that still continue to boggle my mind.” She giggles as tears fall from her eyes. “You’ve shown me how to love again, how to live again, and how to see this world in full color. I can’t imagine a day without you in my life, in my arms.” I let go of her hand and pop open the ring box. She cries even harder. “Emma, will you please do me the honor in marrying me?”
She shakes her head yes, happy tears streaming down her cheeks. I stand, a weight of happiness lifting me up as I place the ring on her finger and then cup her face. “I love you so much, Emma, so fucking much.”
“I love you too,” she squeaks out before looping her hand around the back of my neck and pulling me into one of the best pair of lips I’ve ever had the privilege of kissing.
From behind us, a wave of cheers erupts as our friends start clapping and coming in for hugs. Racer is the first one to wrap his arms around us. He’s screaming in excitement and jumping up and down.
“I knew she would say yes.” He shakes us to the point that I’m forced to push him away, but not before he grabs my cheeks and lays a huge kiss on my lips.
I wipe my mouth and say, “What the fuck, man?
Both Emma and Racer are laughing at my expense as Smalls wraps me in a hug and does the same exact thing. “Lucky girl,” Smalls replies as he pats my cheek.
When Andrew, Sadie’s boyfriend approaches me, arms wide, lips puckered, I stiff-arm him and say, “Don’t even think about it.”
It’s taken me a bit to get used to hanging out with Sadie again, but in all honesty, it feels good to have her around as a friend. And Andrew, shit, it’s hard not to like the guy. He’s so damn charismatic. We might get along a little too much which freaks Emma and Sadie out of course.
“Aw, come on, man, just a little lipper.” Andrew points to his lips and I push him away.
“Get the fuck out of here.” I laugh.
Emma is showing off her ring to Sadie, Adalyn, and our good friend Smilly from Whitney Point. They are cooing over the diamond as Emma looks up at me, her eyes sparkling with so much love that I don’t know if I could ever feel so much for one single person.
That girl, the one with the long brown hair and bright blue eyes, the one who wears a matching pajama set to bed every night, the one who used to fawn over our drunk asses as kids, and the one who wakes up with the craziest morning hair I’ve ever seen, she’s perfect. She’s mine, and I will forever be hers.