The Proposal That Was Just a Bet

On graduation day, the boyfriend I'd loved for four years proposed to me.

He knelt on one knee with a bouquet of roses in his hands. "Erica Gilbert, marry me. I want to take you out of your school uniform and put you in a wedding dress."

I was so moved that tears streamed down my face. I had just taken the ring from his hand when I heard a low snicker.

"Job, you said if Erica accepted the proposal, you'd owe me a day as my boyfriend. Does that still count?"

Job Stephens got to his feet and tossed the roses down at his feet.

"A bet's a bet. Today I belong to you."