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She drew back and moved to Elliot, whispering something in his ear that made him smile and blink rapidly, discreetly swiping his hand over his eyes, and I was left with Elliot’s dad, Brian.
“You’re already a part of this family, so it feels a little redundant to say this, but welcome to the family, Ander.” He held out his hand, and I shook it.
It felt suddenly formal, and I found myself saying out of nowhere, “I promise to take care of your son.”
“I know you will.” Shooting me a wink, he added, “He’ll take care of you too.”
Then it was the turn of my parents. They approached us together, my dad handing us glass mugs of spiced apple cider, steam curling from the tops. “Time for a toast. We’re proud of you two.” He squeezed my shoulder, lowering his voice. “I’m so proud of you, Ander. I had faith that you’d work everything out.”
We all clinked glasses, and then my mum hugged us both and made us pose for several photos in front of the fireplace, fussing with Elliot’s hair and telling me to stop slouching. I rolled my eyes but smiled at her because it was her way of showing she cared.
Finally, after five million years, Elliot and I were free, escaping to the freezing cold garden where we could steal a minute together alone. He pulled me into him as soon as the sliding door closed behind us, pressing a kiss to my lips, soft and slow and so fucking sweet, it made my stomach do that roller coaster thing again.
An idea began to form in my head, and I broke away from the kiss. “Do you have any family things to do tomorrow? Can you get away?”
He eyed me suspiciously. “Any reason?”
“Maybe. Are you free or not?”
“I think we’re going to see my godparents in the morning, but I’ll be free later on.”
I kissed him lightly. “Good. I’ll pick you up at…not sure what time yet. I’ll text you.”
Time to cross my fingers and hope I could pull this off.
35
Ihad no idea what was happening tonight. All I had to go on was a single text from Ander.
Ander:
Pick you up at 9
About two minutes after I received the text, my mum knocked on my bedroom door and then waltzed in, a familiar sky-blue suit draped over her arm.
“Is that the suit I wore to Craig’s wedding?” I asked, even though I knew the answer.
She laid it out on my bed and smiled. “It is. I thought you might like to wear it tonight.”
“Really?” I raised my brows, eyeing her with suspicion. In reply, she mimed a key locking her mouth shut. There was no point in pushing her for answers, I knew from experience. So when she’d left, I showered and obediently put on the suit, eyeing myself critically in the mirror. I guessed if I was going to be wearing this, I should style my hair to match.
When I made my way downstairs, my mum ushered me into the lounge and made me stand in front of the fireplace.
“Wait there. Don’t move,” she instructed me before disappearing out of the room. My heart was pounding as I wondered what exactly was going on—all I knew for sure was that my mum was in cahoots with my boyfriend. Why else would she be forcing me to wear this suit and stand in front of the fireplace for no reason whatsoever?
The mantlepiece clock began its annoying chime, letting me know that it was 9:00 p.m., and at exactly the same time, like it had been purposely planned, the doorbell sounded.
“Stay there!” my mum shouted from somewhere in the hallway, her footsteps sounding on the tiled floor. The next minute, I heard the front door opening, and I held my breath.
It felt like I’d been waiting forever, but then Ander appeared in the lounge doorway, and my jaw dropped as the air left my lungs in a rush. His body was wrapped in a fitted navy suit; his hair was also styled, and there was a light dusting of stubble on his jaw. He looked fucking incredible. The most beautiful man I’d ever seen, inside and out.
It took me a moment to realise that he was looking at me the same way I was looking at him, devouring me with his gaze, and then I felt like I’d been set alight. My cock stirred, hardening more rapidly as he crossed the room to me and slanted his mouth over mine.
“You look so fucking sexy,” he rasped against my mouth, sliding his arms around me. I could feel his length hardening against mine as he palmed my ass. “Mmm. You feel even sexier.”
There was a delicate cough from somewhere across the room, and it was animmediateboner killer. We sprung apart, Ander turning to face the fireplace, taking deep, calming breaths, while I forced myself to slowly raise my head and give my mum my most innocent look while my face was burning hotter than the sun.
Thankfully for Ander and me, my dad was also with her and had taken the time to distract her by showing her something on the back of the SLR camera he must’ve pulled out of the loft. I prayed for my hammering heart rate to slow, while Ander, now fully recovered, took his place next to me and slipped his arm around my waist.
