Jett looks down at me, and my heart thumps against my rib cage. With a tenderness that brings tears to my eyes, he tucks a strand of hair behind my ear.
“You’re the end of my road, Sofía.”
He doesn’t give me the opportunity to ask him to elaborate before he slides my panties to the side and sinks into me, inch by glorious inch. The stretch of him is overwhelming and delightful, and he stifles a groan into my shoulder.
“Fuck, I forgot how good you feel.”
There’s not much time before someone comes looking for us, so his pace is hurried, thrusting into me with abandon. His thumb finds my clit, and stars blur my vision, an orgasm barreling into me with swift surprise.
I come apart, muscles tightening around him. A scream rips through my lungs, and I clamp down on my tongue to muffle the sound. I don’t want to prove him right about my noise level, nor do I want the guests to know what we’re up to in the supply closet.
My breasts shake as his pace quickens, his breaths growing ragged. He scans my face, catching on my lips before he kisses me, mumbling against my lips, “I want to spend my lifetime loving you.”
The declaration is one I’ve ached to hear, to believe in without reservation, to know there’s truth in the statement.
I run a hand along his jaw, savoring the scratch of his beard against my palm. “You’re going to make me cry,” I chastise him, “but I promise to love you loudly and fully.”
Each promise I make to him is punctuated with a thrust until he’s cursing in my ear and spilling into the condom. Music filters beneath the door, mingling with the sound of our breaths. There’s a tender silence as he cleans up, fixing my underwear and dress, curling a piece of hair around his finger.
“I don’t tell you enough how beautiful you are,” he says, buckling his belt and adjusting his trousers.
There’s a boyish grin on his face as he clocks the blush marking my cheeks. He’s one of the few people whose words I believe, and a greedy part of me loves hearing them.
At a loss for a response, I readjust his bow tie and hair, removing the smudge of lip gloss on his cheek.
“We should get back in there.”
“I have one more request,” he tells me, intertwining our fingers and checking the hallway is clear before we slip back into the party.
“Oh?”
He drags me into the throng of guests, a group cheering when they spot Jett. Our friends give us knowing glances, like they’re all aware of what was happening in the closet. Charlie opens her mouth to call out, but Amy covers it with her palm, winking at us as we pass.
My family waves from the corner, and Maria screams when she sees our intertwined fingers. Luisa and my mom offer smiles of approval.
In the center of the room, surrounded by our friends and family, he asks the question I’ve been waiting for. I’ve never been so excited to answer in my life.
“Will you be my girlfriend?” he asks, all shy. It sends a shock wave through my chest. “And not the PR kind. The real kind.”
“Yes.”
It’s the easiest thing I’ve ever agreed to.
Chapter 33
jett
Sofía clutches my hand as we weave through the throng of people to the front, where there’s a microphone and a small stage. My heartbeat is erratic, pounding in my ears, and if it weren’t for the grounding touch her hand provides, I wouldn’t believe the last twenty minutes were real.
This night started with an intense pep talk in the mirror. Smile. Get through the night beside Sofía without making heruncomfortable. Go home and try to get her off my mind. The prospect of giving a speech wasn’t as nerve-racking as the idea of speaking to her.
Instead, I’m still trying to wrap my head around her confession.
I glance down to make sure she’s still beside me.
Real.
Hundreds of people crowd the lobby, all dressed in their nicest finery and here to watch what we’ve spent weeks working on. Molly’s eyebrows shoot up when she spots Sofía and me, nudging Doug with an elbow.
