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“Grace, I plan to please you for the rest of your life.”
Holy crow. “I accept.”Chapter Thirty“I think I need to get you a T-shirt that says, Brooks’s Girl,” Brooks spoke directly into my ear so I could hear above the crowd of people surrounding us all trying to get Rick Springfield merchandise. Brooks was in desperate need of a concert T-shirt. At least, I thought so. While he looked fantastic in his charcoal button-up and dress pants, it didn’t really fit with the concert vibe.
I looked down at my Jessie’s Girl shirt and grinned. “I would be up for a Brooks’s Girl tee. Just make sure it has your body on it, and you’re shirtless,” I teased. “I’ll be sure to wear it to the first company party you take me to.”
Brooks’s brows shot up before he figured out I was joking and his beautiful face relaxed into a smile. “Life will never be boring with you, will it?”
I stretched up onto my tiptoes and kissed his smooth cheek, taking in a whiff of his spicy aftershave. “I hope I never bore you.”
He brushed my lips with his own. “That isn’t possible.”
“Good. And to prove the point, you’re changing your clothes. So which shirt do you want? The retro raglan or the snake one?”
Brooks half grimaced. “Is this really necessary?”
“Uh, yeah, you look like you’re headed to the country club for drinks. Though I give you huge props for how fantastic your butt looks in those pants.”
Brooks shook his head like he had no idea what to do with me, but his smile said he was happy to take a lifetime to figure it out. “You choose.”
“Ooh.” I tapped my fingers together evilly. “I’m thinking snake shirt with a leather vest. If only they sold jeans here.”
Brooks pulled me to him and kissed my head. “I do love you.”
I reveled in his words and his touch. I almost pinched myself to remind me this was all real. Before I could, we were next in line, and I was not only getting Brooks the snake tee but a few more to add to my collection. I grabbed my credit card to pay the astronomical yet well-worth-it price, but Brooks beat me to the punch and wouldn’t hear otherwise. It was weird to have someone take care of me in such a manner. I certainly didn’t expect it of him, but it was sweet. Brooks was sweet. He always had been—I think he’d just forgotten it somewhere along the way.
“Thank you. You didn’t have to do that.”
He grabbed the receipt. “I wanted to.”
I took the bag in one hand and his hand in my other. “Let’s get you changed.”
He looked around at the noisy venue filled with wall-to-wall people. The only bathrooms had lines out the door, for the men and women. Not to mention they probably weren’t the most sanitary of places.
“How do you feel about public indecency, counselor?”
He swallowed hard.
His trepidation was adorable. “Come here.” I pulled him toward one of the less populated arena entrances near the nosebleed seats. We darted into the semidark arena and found only a few people waiting for the opening acts to start while staring at their phones. I began unbuttoning Brooks’s shirt.
He cleared his throat.
I stepped closer and enjoyed undoing each button. “Don’t worry,” I whispered. “I’ll be gentle.”
He leaned down and for my ears only said, “What’s the fun in that?”
My brow quirked. “Ooh. I like this side of you.” I undid all the buttons, and, be still my heart, his torso was a work of art. All rippled and hard, yet smooth. My mind wandered back to some of the moments we had shared earlier today in treatment room one. Holy crow. It was definitely a five-star service. Bringing myself back to the present, I took advantage of the situation and let my hands glide down all his glory. A trail of goose bumps followed my touch. He had no idea how happy I was to be able to elicit such a response from him.
Unfortunately, we had an audience. Apparently, me feeling up my boyfriend was more interesting than whatever was on their phone screens.
Brooks quickly removed his button-up, and I handed him his new T-shirt. I was sad to see his chest go, but ooh la la, did he look good in the tight tee with the snake on it. So good I wanted to rip it off, but I got ahold of my hormones, barely.
Brooks tucked in his shirt before holding out his arms. “How do I look?”
“Perfect.”
That earned me a peck on the lips.
“Thank you, Brooks.”
“For what?”
“Giving me this night. Giving me you. The person I fell in love with.”
He rested his warm hand on my cheek. “I know I have a ways to go. Thank you for seeing me for who I can become.”
