“Seriously?” I yell and he halts, his hand on the door and his face down so I can’t see his expression. I march over to him and rip his hand off the doorknob, pulling him away from it, and slamming his back against the wall. “You’re really going to leave it like that? You said you loved me, do you not anymore?” My rapid breathing fills the air between us as he gazes down at me, clenched jaw and furrowed brow. But he doesn’t speak.
I grip his tux jacket with both hands and stare up into his soft eyes. Fuck this. He’s here. I’m here, and I’m saying it. “I love you. I want you, Reese. Just you, and not at all in the stupid casual bullshit way. I want everything. Sleepovers and sex in beds. All kinds of beds. Yours, mine, whoever’s. I want to introduce you to my parents and I want to bake your birthday cake every year while you sit and look at me the way only you look at me.” I take in a shaky breath while he stands, watching me, studying me. “It fucking killed me to pull away from you.”
I step in close to him and bury my face into his neck, not knowing or caring if this is appropriate. I need to be here right now, and as his arms slowly wrap around me and pull me close to him, I finally exhale.
He moans softly, his hand stroking my hair as I feel his lips curl up against my forehead. “You know, this shit could have been avoided entirely if you would have just stormed in and slapped the piss out of me after you overheard that bullshit.” I pull my head back and see his perfect smile gleaming down at me and I tightly wrap my arms around his back. “I mean really, the one time I would actually want you to slap me, you don’t. I would have scooped you up right then and told you how much I loved you. Where the hell was my hot-headed girl that day?”
I shake my head at the memory. “Broken on the floor. You’re right though, that was very uncharacteristic of me.”
He plants several kisses to my forehead. “Well, I’ve been a miserable piece of shit without you. Apparently, unbearable to be around, if you ask Ian. How have you been, love?”
I laugh my first real laugh in months and wipe under my eyes. “Bitchy and more hostile than usual. Poor Joey, he really has taken the brunt of our breakup.”
“That sounds about right. Now, you have two options here.” I smile big at his words.
“They better both involve your hands and mouth on me or I’m finding myself another groomsman.”
He issues me a warning stare and I smirk. “Obviously, I’ve gone eighty-five days without touching you, and it’s taken every ounce of strength in my body to not rip you right out of this dress, which you look absolutely beautiful in by the way.” He plants a quick kiss to my lips as I back up and wait for my options.
“Option one, we can go back inside and you can let me dance with you some more, enjoy your company that I have greatly missed over the past grueling months, and, hopefully, witness you getting into it with Brooke again because that shit was fucking hilarious.” I laugh at him as he pushes off from the wall and grabs my face between his hands, his thumb slowly tracing my bottom lip. The pull between us is stronger than ever and I’m about to say fuck option one without even hearing my other choice. But I let him give it to me anyway. “Or, we can go off somewhere and I can fuck you until you scream my name in that sexy way that you do, all throaty and raspy.” His tongue sweeps across my lips and I pull him in, firmly stroking mine against his. I moan softly into his mouth, tasting and relishing in his flavor. “Christ, I’m so in love with you, Dylan. Insanely in love. Do you have any idea how much I’ve missed your face?” His finger slowly trails over my lips and along my jaw while he studies me.
I lean in and plant quick kisses on his lips. “Just my face?” My hand runs down the front of him and cups his length. His eyes widen.
“Option two then? Thank fuck, because if you would have picked one I would have taken you in front of everyone on that dance floor and not given a shit about who watched us.” He bends down and I’m quickly hauled up onto his shoulder. I’m issued a firm slap on my backside as he takes me down the hallway. I squeal and laugh against him, admiring my own view of his perfect behind. I’m quickly slid down his front as we stand just outside the men’s bathroom, his brow arched at me as his hand grips the handle.
“It is rather fitting, picking up where this whole thing began.” He opens the door and peers inside as I jump around on my heels.
“Well, hopefully, this time you won’t get all weird on me afterwards. I’m sure you’re used to sex with me by now.” I’m pulled into the restroom and the door is locked behind me as I’m lifted off my feet, legs firmly wrapping around his waist.