“Shhh.” He kissed me chastely. “No talking. Just listen. Yeah?”
“Evan, I—”
“Shut it, Henry. You can be as dramatic as you’d like in just a few minutes.”
I clamped my mouth shut.
He took the untouched drink from my hand and set it on the edge of the window.
“The day I met you, my life changed forever. And not because the paparazzi now know everything about me down to my shoe size, but because a gorgeous, sexy man entered my life and taught me what it means to feel loved. Before you, I wasn’t sure where I belonged in the world. I was bouncing from one relationship to the next, trying to find that elusive happily ever after, all the while continuing to build my skillfully crafted walls. And then I met you. The cocky celebrity with more money than sense, who bulldozed into my life, stripped me bare, and then showed me where I truly belonged.” With shaking hands, he palmed either side of my face and kissed me.
Hard and promising.
Deep and lingering.
Raw and exposed.
Evan.
“Baby, I—”
“Shh. Let me finish.”
I nodded, biting my bottom lip. The whole no talking thing wasn’t my forte.
“Henry, you are a diva who would make Mariah proud. But beneath the dramatics and,” he paused to smile, his cheeks pinking adorably as he whispered, “salacious sexual appetite, there’s more to you than anyone could ever know. You have such a tender soul. And your heart? God, you have an amazing heart. When you love, it’s utterly and completely consuming. As someone who has been lucky enough to be on the receiving end of that love, I can testify that it’s the most beautiful feeling in the world.”
Confused but undeniably touched, I glanced around the room to see who was watching us. I found Sam holding up his cell phone as though he were recording us, and Levee sitting in a chair, twin rivers rolling down her face and over her gigantic smile.
What? I mouthed to her.
She pursed her lips and jutted her chin back to Evan, mouthing back, Pay attention.
As if on cue, Evan went back to talking. “I didn’t want to do this here. I was going to wait until we got to North Carolina. Take you somewhere special and romantic. But, baby, if you need a distraction to get on this flight, I don’t want it to be a quickie or a bottle of gin. I want it to be my promise to love you for the rest of your life and my ring on your finger.” Releasing me, he shoved his hand into the pocket of his jeans, retrieving a platinum band that was encrusted with diamonds.
My heart seized. “Oh my God—” I choked on the words as tears welled in my eyes. “What are you doing right now?” I sucked in a ragged breath and repeated, “What are you doing?”
“There is nothing in this world I don’t want to give you, Henry. Body, heart, soul. Forever. You are my exception. You are my reason.” His voice cracked as he dropped to a knee. “Now, tell me you’ll be my husband.”
I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t see around the tears flooding my eyes.
But I didn’t need to.
Who needed air when you had the most incredible man offering you forever?
Who needed words when every dream you’d ever had was suddenly coming true?
Who needed vision when . . . okay, I take back that last one. I absolutely needed to see his handsome face.
Dropping to my knees, I took his hands in mine and brought them to my mouth, kissing each and every one of his fingers. “I never thought I’d find you. All twenty-one years of my life—” Levee barked a laugh, and I paused to level her with a glare. She threw her hands up in surrender and then blew me a kiss. I turned my attention back to Evan. “As I was saying, I never thought I would find someone to embrace my madness the way you have. You deserve so much better than me, Evan Roth. So, so much better. But I am just selfish enough to keep you for the rest of my life. I would be beyond honored to be your husband. And to call you my own.”
His gorgeous face lit and less than a second later, his mouth was on mine.
Cheers from Levee and Sam rang out in the room, followed by a loud cry from baby Bridget.
I’d spent so much of my life worrying about the spiral down.
Personally.
Professionally.
Literally from the inside of a plane.
But as he slid that ring on my trembling finger, I realized that there was nothing to fear.
Because, no matter what, Evan and I were going down together.
“I can’t believe you just did that,” I murmured between kisses. “You know what this means, right?”
He grinned, pulling me up with him as he stood. “That you’re stuck with me for the rest of your life?”
I circled my arms around his neck. “Well that, and that you will literally do anything to avoid public sex.”
He threw his head back and laughed, loud and long. I drank him in, knowing I’d never get enough.
When he finally sobered, he quirked an eyebrow and once again dug into his pocket, revealing yet another surprise.
My mouth went dry and my body came alive like a power grid.
A set of keys dangled off his finger.
“Oh, did I leave the part out where I found these?”
Ten minutes later . . .
“Fuck, baby,” I cried out. My chest was pinned almost painfully to the bathroom door. Evan’s rock hard body was behind me, his hips driving his length inside me.
All I could say was: God. Bless. Pocket-sized lube.
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One
Jaya
I’m at least seventy percent certain the director of this movie is banging his assistant. They are the very definition of the chemistry everyone looks for when they cast co-stars.
In the immortal words of #teamjen, I’m very happy for them, and not at all jealous.
Just look at the way his gaze lingers on her. It’s so heartwarming that it really doesn’t matter that I can’t remember the last time someone liked at me that way.
“I walked in on them banging earlier. She was calling him daddy. It was pretty hot,” comes a voice in my ear. Daddy? Gross. I turn around to see who disagrees with me and there he is.
Huck Ivanson.
All six foot something, blonde haired, blue eyed, Emmy-winning Viking god Huck Ivanson.
Hot mess, tabloid fodder, arrogant Huck Ivanson.
The guy who, just last week, told a national gentleman’s magazine that social media was ruining Hollywood by allowing untalented upstarts like Jaya Brazill to act.
I was not informed he was who I’m screen-testing with today.
Me, the aforementioned Jaya Brazill.