“I can assure you that no magic has ever happened with anyone else.”
“Look, I know you’re not a virgin.” But then his words sink deeper, what he means reaching the surface of my understanding. Instead of invading his bedroom, I wrap myself around his middle and just hold him, hug him, and savor how sweet he is to me, how lucky I am to have found him—for us to find each other.
We spin in the doorway, and I’m greeted by a bed that reminds me of the hotel—big with thick covers, fluffy sleeping pillows, and a wooden headboard. The same wood is used in the nightstands and a dresser. The room is a deep blue with a hint of green saturated into the paint. Without any knickknacks around, the room looks more temporary as if he’s just passing through. My stomach knots.
We haven’t talked about long-term plans. Hell, we haven’t even talked about next week. I assume he’s leaving for the rest of the break, but a little hope living in my heart prays he’ll stay. Without the weight of school filling our days, we’d have those hours with each other. Am I being selfish for wanting all his time for myself?
Probably, but it’s so fun being in a relationship with him that I’m okay with being called selfish.
I look up at him, a plot formulating. “Can I?”
He already knows what I’m asking. “Go for it.”
I run and jump onto the bed, facedown, and then starfish my limbs to claim as much space as I can.
“How is it?” he asks. “Is it Story approved?”
Rolling over, I sigh, closing my eyes and sinking deeper into this cloud. “Exceeds the gold-star standard.” Lifting my head, I ask, “Why have you been keeping this bed from me?”
He chuckles and comes over, sitting at the end of the mattress. His hand rests over my ankle so casually that I can’t help but feel a jolt of happiness through me. I’m becoming a part of his every day. I love that.
Then he says, “I need to tell you something.”
It’s tempting to pull back, to tuck my legs under me and move toward the headboard to put space between us. But that’s not what I’m going to do, not with Cooper. Instead, I say, “You can tell me anything.”
He glances back, and that’s when I see the concern in his eyes, the weight of something bigger tidal-waving and dimming the light.
I move down and sit next to him. Our hands find each other’s, and our fingers fold together. When he doesn’t say anything, I keep my gaze to the floor and whisper, “It’s okay. We’ll be okay.” I’m not even sure why I say that other than the pit of my stomach is now cradling my heart. “I promise.”
Looking at me out of the corner of his eye, he says, “You’ve been here before. That’s why I haven’t invited you over. I didn’t want you to think poorly of me.”
“Don’t worry, poor never factors into the equation when it comes to you.” I laugh lightly, but I know there’s more truth in that joke than I’m admitting.
“And I saw you. I saw you with… him.”
“I don’t understand. What do you mean you saw me? How would you even remember me? A packed party.” I lean my head on his shoulder. His arm comes around to cover my back, his hand comforting me by rubbing my side. “It was not a good night.”
“No. Not my finest hour, but I remember you. I remember the skirt and tights, how you wore your hair down with a wave in the front. I remember how he had his arm around your neck, not your back or shoulders, but your neck.”
My heartbeat quickens, listening to the details that stood out to him—me. Shifting to see him better, I still feel confused. “I knew I recognized this place.” The hall, the door, and that balcony. I would still like to forget the bathroom. “Why are you upset? It’s quite the coincidence, right?” I smile. “Like the film and how we were the only two in there.”
I get up, thinking there’s more at play here. “Did you feel I would be mad that you knew, and I didn’t?”
“Something like that. I wasn’t sure how you would take it.”
Wedging between his legs, I cup his face and angle him up to look at me. “It’s like the universe keeps throwing us together, and we finally got the message.” Leaning down, I kiss him, and then again for good measure and because I just like kissing him a whole lot. Resting my forehead against his, I add, “There’s no denying it. You and I were destined to be together.”
We kiss again, but this time he picks me up by my ass, and I’m flat on my back in less than two seconds. Now working his way between my legs, he kisses me again, and then says, “There’s just one other thing I need to tell you.”
“What is it?”
He kisses me once more and works his way to my neck. When I’m putty in his hands, he says, “I promised my parents I would be back for New Year’s Eve.”
“Oh.” Not what I expected or what I wanted to hear.
Stroking my cheek, he says, “But I’m not going back without you.”
Oh . . . that changes things. I grin because I’m so in love with him, and I feel his love so deeply. “So we’re spending New Year’s Eve in Haywood?”
“No. New York City.”
Oh. This should be interesting.
25
Cooper
“I don’t want to screw this up. Can we go over it one more time?”
“No one’s going to quiz you, babe.” I park the car in the garage of my parents’ building and reach over. Covering her leg, I add, “They’re going to love you. What’s not to love?”
I thought she’d shake the nerves from her system on the drive from Atterton to the city. Two hours should have done the trick. But then they kicked back in as soon as she put on the dress—which is so fucking sexy that I almost took it off her and tried to convince her we should stay in and celebrate in bed.
“I’m not like you, Cooper. I don’t remember ever having dinner at a table growing up unless it was inside a fast-food restaurant or on a picnic bench. I looked up which fork to use, but now all that information has gone out the window. Ask me about the new law that just went into effect in January regarding deductibles on financial gains—I got ya covered. Am I supposed to shake your mom’s hand or hug her when we meet—I have no clue? I’m a hugger, but only when I want someone in my space.” She flips the visor down and checks her face in the mirror. “Otherwise, I don’t really do all that. Are they huggers? Or hand shakers? I’m so nervous I could puke. Help me, Coo—”
“It’s going to be all right. You’re going to be fine. You’re going to be spectacular, actually. Like you always are. They’re going to love you just like I do.”
She’s nodding, taking every word in like it will be on a test. Flipping the visor back up, she takes a deep breath, and then on the exhale, says, “Let’s just get on with meeting the parents and get it over with, so we can enjoy the rest of the night.”
Before she pops the door open, I grab her arm. “We don’t have to do this, babe. We can buckle back up and do anything or go anywhere. The night is ours. Not theirs.”
“You promised them you’d be here.”
“I did, but you’re more important than that promise.”
“Not to your parents. It will be fun. I’m just overreacting because I’m anxious. I’ve never met a boyfriend’s parents before.”
“Trust me, it’s not something I’ve done either, but I’ll stay with you. You have nothing to be nervous about.”
I run around the car and open her door before helping her out. She’s gorgeous tonight. Her hair hangs down over her shoulders in soft waves. Her eyes are lined heavier than usual, making the green pop in the dim lights of the car. I’ve wanted to kiss her pink lipstick right off her mouth since she walked out of the bathroom back at the hotel. Story is gorgeous every day, but tonight, she’s breathtaking.
Every guy is going to be staring at her. I just wish I could keep her to myself a little longer. But duty calls . . .