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Her face breaks into a full-on grin. "Are you asking me to move in with you, Mr. Swift?" She sits forward in her chair and pulls it closer to mine, leaning over so she is just inches from my face.
"Yes." I close the gap, devouring her luscious lips. Her hands come to the back of my head, and with my good arm, I pull her in closer to me. I need to feel her body against mine.
She pulls back from me. "We don't have time for any shenanigans, we have a party to attend." She giggles.
I give her a serious look. "I don't give a fuck about the party, baby. There are more urgent matters that need to be taken care of."
"Oh yeah? And what would they be?"
"You know exactly what I'm talking about, my beautiful girl." I run my hand up my length, palming it through my pants.
Her face turns serious. "Are you sure you're really okay?"
"I won't be if you keep wrapping me in bubble wrap. I need to fuck you."
She smirks, her sexy, sassy smile. "Well, when you say it like that." She stands, unzipping her dress. It falls to the floor below her, revealing her sexy-as-fuck body—no underwear. "I guess we could be late. I think you should fuck me right here on your balcony. Prove to me how okay you are."
"That is my plan."
Epilogue
Andy: Six Months Later
Brad laceshis fingers with mine as we walk into the ballroom Amelia has rented for her spring fashion show. The place looks insane. It's an opulent space, with decorative wallpaper in a smoky-charcoal, almost-black color lining the walls, and large drapes adorning the windows. In the center of the room hang three large chandeliers, and below them, a long runway down the length of the room. There are seats on either side of it. The lighting is dark and moody, with a large spotlight highlighting where the models will walk.
Until I walked in tonight, I hadn't realized just how big of a deal my sister and her fashion label had become. But this is unreal. There must be over five hundred of California's elite here. And my big sister is rubbing shoulders with each one of them, flitting from one group to the next. She fits in with this crowd. This is her scene, and you can tell how much she loves it. I have never seen her look more confident and comfortable in her own skin, and I couldn't be happier for her. She deserves this; she has worked so hard and dealt with so much to be here.
Brad gives my hand a little squeeze as we stop by the bar. "Are you going to tell them tonight?"
"Do you think I should? This is Amelia's night. I don't want to take anything away from celebrating her."
"You're wearing the ring. I think they might put two and two together." He smiles, and I know he's right, but there is no way I was taking it off.
I glance down at the stunning diamond engagement ring Brad proposed to me with last week. I can't help the stupid smile that appears on my face every time I look at it. It's so beautiful. But more than that, I'm just so blissfully happy. The past year has had its ups and downs, that's for sure, but right now, everything is perfect, and that's all I want to concentrate on. When I moved in with Brad, I was so worried it was too soon, that we hadn't had enough time to get to know each other properly before we just jumped in. But it has been the best decision I've ever made.
The lights flash to signal the show is starting, and we make our way to our chairs alongside my parents, Jasmine, and Cassie. Jasmine grins over at us with a cheeky, knowing smirk. I roll my eyes at her and signal for her to watch the show. I told her straight away, she would have killed me if I didn't, but I wanted to wait till I was in person to tell the rest of my family.
The models take to the catwalk one by one, and with each stunning design, I'm more and more impressed at how skilled my sister is. Her designs have a boho feel, with relaxed floral dresses, playsuits, maxi skirts with cute crop tops, and Aztec-looking jewelry. Her last design is a stunning eggshell-white gown with a fitted bodice and flowing lace skirt. My heart skips a beat, not because I love the dress or anything—it's beautiful and all, but fashion really isn't my thing—but because I'm getting married, and for some silly reason looking at a wedding dress makes me want to dress up for my man and get all girly.
The last model takes Amelia's hand and pulls her on to the stage, and she walks the catwalk with her hand in hand. The crowd celebrates her, and I look on with pride.
After the show, we mingle and have a few drinks with my family. "So, Cassie, you landed a teaching gig at our old school. That's going to be..."
"Weird?" She pulls a face like she's not that happy about it. When mom told me, I got the impression she was pumped, so I'm confused.
"I was going to say exciting, but yeah, I guess a bit strange."
"Yes, it's exciting. I think I'm just nervous to actually start teaching."
"Congratulations, Cassie," Brad says. "From what I hear, it's hard to land a permanent job your first year out of school." I give him a look. What would he know about the American school system?
"It's been my dream for so long. What if I hate it?"
"Then you try something else," I say.
Cassie grips my arm, looking me over. "Why are you so calm and relaxed all of a sudden? The Andy I know would have said then you suck it up and get on with it."
"She's too loved up to be a bitch," says Jasmine, glancing down at my hand, tipping her head to emphasize that Cassie should look.
