“Sienna de la Vega, I know you’re kind of drunk right now which is why I am absolutely going to ask again tomorrow to make sure, but…” he opens the tiny box he is holding in his hands, “do you want to move in with me?”

  I take a step towards him and look at the key that’s attached to a knitted keychain that spells ‘Babe’. It’s incredibly cheesy and I love it. My cheeks are glowing as I let myself fall down on my knees in front of Ryker. Then I wrap my arms around his neck and try really hard to keep my chest from bursting.

  “Did you steal all my belongings, babe?” I ask as my eyes water.

  Ryker laughs. “You didn’t think you could steal my pants, and I’d let you get away like that, did you?”

  My heart is banging against my chest like a sledgehammer and the smile on my face is so big that it makes it hard to kiss my boyfriend (and apparently new roommate). But I try anyway.

  “Because,” he adds, his lips still on mine, “I’m not planning on letting you get away anytime soon ever again.”

  I kiss him even harder, hug him even tighter, and cause us both to fall over.

  “So is that a ‘Yes’?” Ryker asks.

  “I’ll think about it,” I tease, and start attacking him with more kisses.

  Apparently, Miles is waiting in the car for us, so, after a little more making out, we go outside and are escorted to undoubtedly the cutest house in the entire city. When we get there, we bid Miles good night and Ryker puts a blindfold over my eyes.

  “You know I’ve already seen your house, right?” I ask and am swiftly swung over his shoulder.

  “Our house, babe. Ours.”

  He carries me inside, takes a corner or two and eventually lets me back down to my feet. When I remove the blindfold, I glance around and wonder where we are. I thought I had been to every room in his house, but I have never seen this one.

  We are standing in a room that’s filled to the brim with pillows. Giant pillows, tiny pillows, pretty pillows, ugly pillows. It takes a second, but then I recognize a bunch of those immediately. They’re the ones my grandma made. Even the floor and walls are cushioned.

  “I figured this would be a good idea for my kill room,” Ryker explains.

  “A giant pillow fort?” My eyes start watering even more. “I love it.”

  “Oh, it’s more than that.” He spins me around and points up to the sign that’s glowing over the secret entrance.

  In big pink letters it says: Pillow Fight Club.

  Underneath, written in Ryker’s handwriting, is the first rule of our own little club: You do not talk during Pillow Fight Club.

  “Any additional rules need to be passed unanimously,” he whispers.

  I take a few steps in, grab a pillow, and throw it against my boyfriend, who doesn’t move an inch. I smile at him and jump into his arms. “This is going to be so much fun. I already love living with you. You’re going to get your butt kicked so much.”

  Ryker just chuckles as if he doesn’t believe me, which is when I discover my Gordon Ramsey cutout hanging on the wall.

  “Hey, what is he doing here? He should be up in the bedroom!”

  Ryker laughs again, presses a kiss on my mouth and whispers into my ear, “Over my dead body, princess.”

  “You should be careful what you wish for, babe,” I reply, kiss him back, slide down his (perfectly alive (for now)) body, and grab a pillow to ready myself.

  He does the same and stares me down. When he takes a step forward, I take a step back and inevitably bump into the hidden door behind me. A strange feeling makes its way through my body, something between exhilaration and anticipation of what lies before us.

  I take a deep breath and begin to swing my weapon.

  I still don’t believe in heaven or hell, I think as our pillows smash against each other, but I do believe in love.

  What do you mean the book is already over?

  How dare you?!

  I know the problem and I’m sorry!

  Luckily there is a solution.

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  AFTERWORD

  Dear intrepid reader,

  thank you so much for embarking on this wild odyssey with me. I hope you giggled, swooned, involuntarily spit out the soup you were eating while reading one of my questionable jokes, and wished for your very own Ryker or Sienna (or… Earnest).

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  Whatever you do: thank you so, so much.

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Quinn Swanson is an author and the winner of several awards, including a best-daughter-mug from her mom, and a weird-looking sculpture made by her 4 1/2 year-old niece which kinda looks like a tampon. No literary awards so far, but, according to her cat, that’s ok.

  She lives mostly in her imagination, which is filled with witty banter and clever comebacks she couldn’t think of in the moment when she would have needed them. Luckily, her protagonists don’t suffer the same fate.

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