Trip sidles up behind me, slips an arm around my waist, and asks against my fleeb, “Having fun yet?”
I can’t help the grin that spreads across my face at that, as I feel the length of his body pressed right up against mine from my shoulder to my calves. Yeah. I’d say I was having fun.
Still.
I lean back against him, cross my arms over his. “You’re here, aren’t you?”
I twist my head and catch him smiling at me. That devastating grin, that melt-me-down-to-my-core-smirk, splitting the beautiful face of this beautiful man.
He’s so handsome, and it’s still so disarming, even after all these years. And yet, he’s always been even more gorgeous on the inside. His heart has always been his most attractive quality.
Either that or his sweet, sweet ass.
I can’t wait to get out of here, drag him into our penthouse suite at the TRU, and have him all to myself again.
And again.
There’s an electric current running down my length as I turn in his embrace and ask, “Actually, you think there’s somewhere around here we can ‘go talk’?”
My meaning is not lost on him, and he surprises me with a kiss, right there on the edge of the dance floor, in front of all our old classmates.
Surprises are good.
I kiss him back, thinking of how far we’ve come, how many years it took us to get here. I’ve loved him as both a girl and as a woman. I have both a history and a future with this man. This man I will love forever.
Thank you, God. Thank you for giving him to me. I owe you one.
Trip pulls back, a mischievous look on his gorgeous mug. “Yeah. We can head out soon. But there’s something I need to take care of first.”
I can’t help but smile, because I’ve been waiting for this all night.
Even though he’s been trying to keep it a secret, he knows that I know he’s got a diamond ring in his front pocket, occupying a space right under his heart.
But what he doesn’t know about yet is the baby occupying the space under mine.
THE END.