Fine Line: An Enemies To Lovers Romance
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Everyone greets back in their own respective ways and I glare at Gage’s father who lowers his eyes when he catches my glare. I’m still pissed about the stunt he pulled last month. I wanted to give him a piece of my mind back then but Gage and my mother asked me not to. Talking about how he regrets what he did and we should give him a second chance and the benefit of the doubt. Just because I love them both so much, I decided to let it go but I swear, one wrong move from him at any time will result in me losing my shit.
“I like it when you get all worked up,” Gage’s whisper in my ear brings a smile to my lips.
“No, none of that lovey dovey shit at the table!” My brother says when he catches Gage’s whispering causing everyone to laughs.
“Well then, now that we’re all here. Let's say grace and dig in.” Dad says and we all hold hands as he prays.
“Before we get into the delicious smelling food,” Gage says, after clearing his throat. “I’d like to say something.” He continues and the nerves I hear in his voice makes me look at him. What the hell would be having him so nervous?
“Lori,” he says, turning to look at me.
“Uhm… yes?” I quirk an eyebrow at him in confusion. What the hell could he have to tell me now that he couldn't tell me earlier?
“We’ve recently learned about fine lines and shit,” I laugh at the way he’s just said that. For some reason he is nervous, I can tell because he just cursed in front of my parents, something he would never do normally. “We’ve spent half of our lives hating instead of loving each other and I’m really eager to find out how it would be to spend the rest of my life making up for all the lost years,” he says before standing out of his chair then kneeling in front of me, causing a gasp to jump out of me.
“What’s happening?” I ask as tears start to prick my eyes.
“Lorianne Parkinson, I’ve loved to hate you since I moved next door and now I just want to love you for the rest of our lives,” his pause has me holding my breath. He fishes something out of his pocket before presenting me with an open ring box. “Will you make me the happiest man alive and marry me?” He asks and at this point the tears are flowing freely down my cheeks.
“Yes!” I answer without hesitation. “A thousand times yes!” I repeat and everyone around the table hoots and claps as Gage slips the exquisite diamond ring onto my finger before standing and wrapping me into his arms.
“Just remember one thing,” I say as tears of joy streak down my cheeks.
“What?” He asks.
“I still hate you, Gage Roberts!” I say, causing everyone to laugh out loud.
“I still hate you more, Lorianne Parkinson,” he replies before kissing me stupid.
THE END