O Come, All Ye Kellys (Love & Luck #7) - Isla Olsen Page 0,18

the texts on the preview screen. They’re all from Will. “Hang on a sec. They’re from Will.”

“Shouldn’t he be getting his own Christmas morning blow job right now?” Shay drawls. “Or is Spencer Cox not into that?”

I let out a snort of laughter. “Based on what I’ve read, and what Will’s told me, I think Spencer Cox is into a lot of stuff. Maybe a blowjob is too vanilla?”

“I really don’t want to be talking about Spencer Cox’s sex life,” Shay grumbles.

I roll my eyes. “Babe, you’re the one who brought it up.”

Finally checking my phone, I let out a little squeak of excitement as I read the texts.

Will Crawford: SPENCE PROPOSED LAST NIGHT!!!!

Will Crawford: AND I SAID YES!!!

Will Crawford: I’M ENGAGED!!!!

Will Crawford: [Photo]

“What? What is it?” Shay asks, clearly curious as to what has me so excited.

“Will’s engaged! Oh, wow—the ring’s gorgeous!”

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” Shay groans before sliding out of bed.

I stare at him, wide-eyed, as he grabs a pair of jogging bottoms from the chest of drawers by the opposite wall and tugs them on. “What are you doing? What happened to my blowjob?”

“You know what Spencer Cox is?” Shay asks, ignoring my question. His eyes are narrowed and his body seems to be drawn tight with agitation, “He’s a ruiner.”

My face screws up in confusion. “What?”

“That’s right. He ruins things.”

“Shay, you sound like a complete wanker. What the bloody hell’s going on?”

Deflating somewhat, he lets out a heavy sigh, lifting a hand to scrub through his dark hair. “Fuck, I’m sorry. I just…”

“Just…what?” I press, although I’m not entirely sure I want to know the answer. Is he worried that, now my best mate’s engaged, I’m going to start pressuring him for us to get married as well? I’m not going to lie, hearing that Will and Spencer are taking this step after only a few months together is a bit of a gut punch when Shay and I have been together for over a year, and have been living together since May.

I’m not desperate to get married; Shay’s the love of my life and I don’t need a ring to prove that. But that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t like one. Or that I wouldn’t at least like to know one’s coming at some stage.

Shay’s gaze meets mine, his eyes full of apprehension. “I just wanted today to be perfect. I wanted it to be all about you. No one else.”

I’m still completely baffled, but I decide to brush it off. With a teasing grin, I say, “Well, if you want that you could start by coming back up here and giving me that blowjob.”

The corner of his mouth quirks up. “Why don’t you just step out into the living room?”

Um…what? So that’s a firm no on the blowjob?

With a shrug, I crawl off the bed and shove my legs back into my my special Christmas pajama bottoms—the dark purple ones with the little Rudolphs all over them. Then I stride across the bedroom toward the door that opens onto the living room, sensing Shay trailing behind me.

“What the…?” My words trail off as I start to step slowly into the living area, my mouth gaping like a bloody goldfish as I just stare at the sight in front of me. It looks like a giant fairy has come and shat all over the place, leaving pink and purple sparkly stuff everywhere. There are at least a dozen arrangements of flowers of all shades of pink and purple, from dusty rose through to deep violet. Helium balloons in the same colors cling to the ceiling, with long ribbons trailing down like purple rain. And on the floor… So. Much. Glitter. All the glitter. Everywhere. I want to just lie down in it and make a glitter angel.

I spin around to ask Shay if he knows who opened our apartment up for a unicorn orgy last night, and see him in the doorway of our bedroom, his shoulder resting against the door jamb, his feet crossed casually at the ankles. There’s a gentle smile on his lips, and in his hand is an open ring box.

I think this sight stuns me even more than all the glitter, but when I look into his eyes I can see just how genuine he is. There’s so much love and affection there. But also a little apprehension, as though he’s not quite sure what I’m going to say. The idiot—as if my answer could be anything but