"Playing." I press a kiss just below her ear. "I've got a date to plan, a shower to take, and a girl to make scream my name louder than she did in those stands."
She bites her lip. Presses her thighs together. Nods.
"Then let's go, cowboy." She takes my hand and threads her fingers through mine. "Take me home."
Home.
I grab my bag with my free hand, settle my hat on my head, and walk out of the fairgrounds with Harper Jones on my arm.
“We ain’t goin’ home, Harps. We’re going dancing,” I tell her.
She stops, looking at me with a smile so wide my heart skips a beat.
“Ace Sterling, you want to go dancing to celebrate?”
She told me how much she’s missed it.
I nod. “Yeah. If it puts that smile on your face, I’ll take you dancing every day. Now, let’s go.”
Gravedigger damn near killed me today. And I'd ride him again tomorrow if it meant this girl would look at me the way she's looking at me right now.
Every time. Without question. Until the day I can't.
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
Harper
Song- If You Wanna, The Vaccines
I can't remember the last time I laughed this hard.
Ace has one arm around my waist and the other holding his beer above both our heads as we two-step through a crowd of drunk locals who have absolutely no idea what they're doing. The band is too loud. The floor is sticky. And I am so stupidly, ridiculously happy.
"Spin," Ace says.
"I can't spin, I've had three tequilas."
"Spin, Goldie."
He spins me anyway. I crash into his chest laughing, nearly taking out an older couple beside us, who give me a look. Ace tips his hat at them with a grin so charming that they forgive us instantly. The woman actually blushes.
"You're dangerous with that smile," I tell him.
"You're dangerous with those legs. We're even."
The song shifts to something slower, and he pulls me in. One hand on my lower back, the other holding mine against his chest. My head fits perfectly under his chin.
"This reminds me of junior year," I say.
"The one where you got us kicked out?"
"I gotuskicked out? You started a fight with that guy."
"He was looking at your ass."
"Everyone was looking at my ass. I was wearing those white jeans."
I love teasing him about this.
