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And that is how Gracen told me for the first time that he loved me.
GRACEN
“They’re coming! They’re coming.” Yellow jumped in her seat and clapped her hands excitedly as she glanced across the restaurant.
From my chair at the table with the white cloth draped over it and a lit candle and small floral arrangement in the center, I glanced over to spot Fox and Bella joining hands as they made their way through other similarly set tables with people at them to reach us.
“Yep,” I said.
“Do you think she suspects?” Yellow leaned toward me to ask in a hushed voice. “She doesn’t look like she suspects.”
I gave a small smile and glanced at her, seeing that her gaze was still on them. “She doesn’t have a clue,” I murmured.
“Eek.” Yellow took my hand and squeezed before looking up at me. “I can’t wait to see the look on her face when he asks.”
Oh, I couldn’t wait to see the look on all their faces.
“Hey, guys,” Bella said once they reached us. Fox pulled out her chair for her, and as soon as she was seated and tucked in, she leaned toward us, hissing, “This place is seriously nice. Did you see that entrance?”
“It was kind of hard to miss,” I answered dryly. “Since we had to walk through it to get here.”
“I know!” Yellow answered Bella, even as she nudged her elbow at me to get me to behave. “That chandelier alone probably costs as much as our house.”
Our house.
I still loved it when she said our.
We’d gotten a place together about four months ago, and it was awesome. There were the usual hiccups, of course. It would’ve been absolutely boring if we’d gotten along and agreed about everything. But the challenging clash of differing personalities and genders kept things interesting and entertaining.
As the ladies went on about the molding and wall sconces, I glanced to my left.
Fox sat stiffly, looking tense and uncomfortable.
I nudged his arm and shifted my upper body his way.
“You know…” I teased. “It might help if you considered breathing every couple of minutes.”
He sent me a stiff glare. “I’ll think about it. Afterward. When’s it supposed to begin, anyway?”
“After drinks and appetizers,” I murmured, glancing toward the women to make sure they weren’t listening in. “And before the main course.” Then I snickered and lifted my brows as I turned back to him. “You better hope she says yes, or this is going to be a damn awkward meal.”
He squinted at me. “You’re a moron.”
Our waiter arrived before I could answer, toting a bottle of wine to peddle to us. He rested it against the towel draped over his forearm as he showed us the label and explained its attributes.
Yellow and Bella were all for giving it a try, so we watched the whole production of him serving each of us.
“I don’t know why, but super sophisticated places like this always make me want to break out in nervous laughter,” Yellow announced, pressing a hand to her chest as she lifted her wineglass.
“I’m always worried I’m going to burp at the end of the meal,” Bella confessed.
“Or fart,” I tossed in, making the girls roll their eyes at me.
Fox tossed me a sharp glare, probably chastising me for saying the word fart aloud on his big night.
I shrugged, mouthing, what?
“Are you okay, baby?” Bella asked suddenly, making him whirl toward her with a guilty, wide-eyed expression. Her brow furrowed in concern. “You’ve been awfully quiet all evening. Did you have a bad day at work?”
