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I stand up, barely even feel my feet on the ground. It’s like I’m floating. Levitating. And I’m pretty sure I’m not hallucinating, or even drunk. I’ve not had a single sip of Petra-Fying yet.
‘Jack,’ I say, my heart hammering, hammering. ‘You’re .?.?.you’re here.’
Jack smiles at me. That slow, sexy, familiar smile that makes my skin tingle; my stomach roll over. My hands fly to my face, flat to my cheeks. ‘I’m here,’ he says simply.
Then he moves in front of me.
‘You’re actually here,’ I say again, my voice barely a whisper.
‘I couldn’t leave,’ he says softly. ‘I couldn’t leave you, Millie.’
‘Are you .?.?.’ Tears gather in my throat, prickle my eyes. ‘Are you serious? Are you seriously here?’
Jack nods slowly, his soft, gold-green eyes, glinting. ‘Went to the airport. Sort of hoped you’d come screaming through the barriers, to be honest.’ The corner of his mouth lifts amusedly. ‘Slow-mo shot of you sliding between the security guard’s legs .?.?.’
I laugh, my eyes stinging with tears. ‘Oh my God.’ I throw my arms around him, and I close my eyes, breathe and breathe and breathe him in. Jack. My Jack Shurlock. And he’shere.He didn’t go. He didn’t leave.
‘I never had a reason to stay,’ he says. ‘You’re right. I never knew what it was towantto stay anywhere. Until you. You’re the reason I want to stay, Millie. Nowhere feels like anywhere without you.’
He pulls me into him and I can hardly breathe as he pushes his lips gently to mine in a kiss. A kiss that feels like a slow promise.
‘I swayed you,’ I say inches from his lips, and he laughs, that sexy, low chuckle.
In a whisper, he says, ‘You swayed me.’
And people are looking. People have surrounded us, actually. All eyes on us. All eyes onme. And I feel nothing. It’s like they’re not there. Just me and Jack, in our vortex.
‘I did a speech earlier,’ I say, drawing back and looking up at him; at his gorgeous, gorgeous face. ‘You’d have loved it, I reckon.’
Jack raises his eyebrows, then leans in, warm lips close to mine. ‘Saw it,’ he says. ‘And loved it. Although .?.?.’ He pauses. ‘You didn’t have to do that. The whole, get up on stage thing. The whole, asking me out in front of everyone thing. You could’ve just checked your emails.’
I laugh. ‘Myemails?’
Out of his pocket, he gives me a square of paper. On it is an email address – a Millie dot Chandler email address. And a password. ‘The new one I set up for you.’
I take the paper from his hands.
‘And by the way, the answer is yes. With you, the answer is always yes.’
And surrounded by hundreds of people and watchful eyes, I kiss Jack Shurlock, the man I truly love. I live my truth out loud.
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From: Jack Shurlock
To: Millie Chandler
Subject: Good morrow
A new email address. Just so you don’t have to move to Brazil, change your name, etc. A lot of admin, I imagine.
From: Jack Shurlock
To: Millie Chandler
Subject: FYI
