I ran a hand through my hair and walked down the sidewalk. Oakley Davis was mine.

* * *

“Solver,” Oakley greeted with a low whistle before strutting up to me. His hair was wet as if he’d freshly showered. And though he moved like a man that was just forced to do a bazillion push-ups, he looked incredible.

“Coach run you ragged?” I asked with a giggle as he did a slow, sexy sweep with his eyes.

“He rode my ass all practice. But he seemed happy with my skills. He told me to stop wearing makeup and improve my footwork.” I laughed while shifting my weight on my feet. I suddenly felt awkward and unsure of what to say. Luckily, Oakley seemed cool and confident. “I bribed a security guard. We got the stadium to ourselves for a few hours. I also ordered us a pizza.”

The old me would have mentally calculated the grease content and calories, but the new me smiled. “I hope you ordered pepperoni.” One cheat meal couldn’t hurt.

He laid a blanket down on the fifty-yard line, and the lights shut off. Somehow, he’d managed to find a couple of flashlights from security guards and set them up like lanterns around us. I sat cross-legged on the ground, munching happily on pizza as he stared at me. “Amanda Matthews,” he began. Why did he sound so nervous?

“Yes?” I wiped at the corner of my mouth with a napkin before setting my slice of pizza down.

“You’re crazy.”

Not exactly the romantic sentiment I wanted, but okay. “Why?”

“The first time we met, you were going through my phone and kicking my ass. I seriously thought I was going to have to get a restraining order.”

“You probably should have. I broke a few privacy laws,” I replied with a laugh.

“You constantly surprise me. You make me better. I...was a little lost before you. We’ve already kind of established that you’re my girlfriend now. I’m kind of terrified that you’re graduating early, but we can face a long-distance relationship when we get there. I just want to ask you a very important question.” He started digging around the blanket, and my anxiety spiked.

No. No. Certainly he wasn’t going to—

“Why do you look terrified?” he asked, pausing his movements to look at me.

“I like you a lot, Oakley. But if there is a ring somewhere hidden on your person, I will probably freak out and say no and embarrass us both. This isn’t a Hallmark movie.”

He tipped his head back and laughed, holding his stomach, roaring with humor. “I’m not proposing, Solver. I wanted to ask if you’d be my girlfriend. Officially.”

My cheeks flooded with embarrassment, and I watched as he resumed searching for something. Luckily, it wasn’t a velvet box he pulled out, but a single rose.