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Fuck me. Hottest damn thing I’ve ever seen is Harmony rubbing her hands over her own body. I’m gonna have to take a cold shower when I get home.
Turning, she backed up against me and tilted her head, exposing her neck to me. My lips were all over her neck as she ran her hand through my hair.
When the song changed to a slower song, Harmony melted into my arms. Holding her close to me, we danced in silence. I quickly learned that one of Harmony’s favorite things to do was bury her face in my chest.
As she looked up at me, I saw something change in Harmony’s eyes. It was as if she was letting down the wall she had built to guard her heart. Pushing the strands of her hair back, I looked deeply into her eyes and decided I needed to listen to my heart for once.
My heart hammered in my chest as I drew in a deep breath and slowly let it out. “Harmony, I’m falling in love with you.”
The smile that spread across Harmony’s face left me breathless. Her cheeks began to glow as she closed her eyes. Pressing her lips tightly together, she opened her eyes. When I saw the tears I wasn’t sure what I should do. Reaching up, I placed both my hands on her face as I leaned over and kissed her tears away.
“Please talk to me, Harmony. Don’t disappear on me.”
Shaking her head, Harmony’s eyes lit up as she said, “Preston, I’m falling in love with you, too. I…I’m pretty sure I’ve already fallen.”
My heart slammed against my chest and a feeling I’d never experienced before rushed through my veins.
“Let me make you mine, Harmony,” I whispered against her ear.
She only needed to say one word back to me and I prayed like hell she would.
Chapter 17
It Was Always You
Harmony
The moment he spoke the words, my heart about burst. Preston was falling in love with me. Preston wanted to make me his.
I was excited and scared all at once. I’d never been with anyone else but Trey.
Damn it. Why aren’t we back in Boston? I’d be begging Preston to take me home and make love to me.
Preston was about to say something when Angie walked up to us. “Preston? I’m not feeling so great.”
Dropping his hands from my face, he took ahold of Angie. Concern laced his eyes as he looked her up and down. “What’s wrong? Did something happen?”
“No, no, it’s nothing like that. It’s just, I think I’m just tired and it hit me. Finn is wrapped up in trying to hook up with someone and Wes…hell, I think Wes left with someone.”
Attempting to hide my smile, I glanced over at Finn. He was for sure working it.
“Yeah, Wes told me he was leaving with Mandy.”
“Mandy? His girlfriend from high school?” Angie asked.
Chuckling, Preston nodded. “Yep. I didn’t recognize her but that is who he was indeed with.”
“Gag me,” Angie said as she turned and headed over to Finn. Preston grabbed my hand and led me over to the table where I grabbed my shawl and Angie’s. She must have been telling Finn we were leaving because he looked over and gave Preston a thumbs-up, then made some motion with his hand to Preston as Angie walked back over to us.
“Bastard,” Preston mumbled as he placed his hand on my lower back. The butterflies in my stomach took off at the simple gesture. “Let’s go.”
Glancing back over my shoulder, I noticed Finn had his arm draped around one of the girls and they appeared to be leaving as well. Turning back to Preston, I asked him, “What was that hand gesture he did to you?”
Shaking his head, Preston said, “It was nothing.”
“It was something. What was it?”
Smiling, Preston looked at me. “When we were in high school and used to go out, we had a signal we would give each other if we were…um…if we were…”
“If they were about to get lucky,” Angie busted out.
Pressing my lips together, I held back my smile. “Oh, I see. So did that mean Finn was getting lucky?”
Laughing, Preston nodded. “Yeah, Finn is for sure getting lucky.”
Looking straight ahead, I said, “Huh. I guess Wes gave you the same signal.”
“Yeah, he did when he said he was leaving and for me to make sure Angie got home okay.”
Angie let out a huff as she marched to the car. “I’m not a child, ya know. I can take care of myself.”
Angie opened the car door and then slammed it shut. Preston walked me to the passenger side and whispered, “Angie’s ex showed up with another girl.”
“Oh no, poor Angie.”
Preston smiled. “She’s better off—he was an asshole.”
Letting out a chuckle, I nodded. Once I was in the car I wondered how many of poor Angie’s boyfriends her brothers and father had scared away.
