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And I know without a fraction of a doubt that I will spend the rest of my life loving the woman sitting across from me.
As she excuses herself to go to the bathroom, I take out my phone and send a text to my realtor.
Put in an offer on the last house. Take 15k off asking.
Her response shows she was waiting for my message.
To be honest, you could offer lower than that and they would probably take it, but there is another offer on the table.
Yeah, that’s not going to work for me.
I don’t want to risk losing it. 10k off asking and tell them I’ll pay cash.
Okay, but that’s still higher than you originally wanted to spend. Even higher with the closing costs.
I picture the look on Laiken’s face as we pulled up, and the way she was in awe of the inside. I can see it all. The two of us sharing the same space, raising a family and growing old together in the house Laiken fell in love with from the moment she saw it. And I want it all.
I don’t care. Do it anyway.
Haveyou ever felt like you’re on top of the world? Like everything is going exactly the way you want it to and you’re loving it, but in the back of your head you’re waiting for the other shoe to drop? I mean, things can’t possibly bethisgood, can they?
I walk out of the restaurant with Hayes’s hand in mine, and honestly, I couldn’t be happier. Buying his own house has the ability to change things for us. Make it so we don’t have to find a place to be alone or bribe his sister to leave the house for the night. All day today, as we looked at different houses, I couldn’t stop picturing cooking breakfast together in the kitchen and watching movies in the living room, curled up on the couch. And it made me realize how perfect everything really is right now.
Hayes walks around to the passenger side of his truck and opens the door for me. It’s such an antiquated gesture, but it still makes me smile.
I hum teasingly. “Maybe chivalry isn’t dead, after all.”
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pull him down for a kiss. My tongue dances with his. I can still taste the beer on his tongue—courtesy of his fake ID. As I lace my fingers into his hair and tug just slightly, he pins me to the side of the truck. And the moan that leaves my mouth when he grinds against me reveals just how much I want him.
He groans and breaks the kiss. “There’s nothing chivalrous about what’s going through my mind right now.”
“Ugh, same.” But then I get an idea, and I look up at the night sky. “I wonder how pretty the stars look from our beach right now.”
For a second, he looks up, until the underlying meaning dawns on him and he smirks. “Get in the truck before I fuck you right here in the parking lot.”
“I mean, that’s an option, too.” Less wait.
He chuckles, grabbing me by the waist and lifting me up to put me in the truck. “You know, I was kidding at the time, but I’m really starting to wonder if you have a voyeurism kink.”
I pretend to think about it for a moment, then scrunch my nose. “I’m far too possessive to let any other woman see you like that.”
“That’s my girl.”
He kisses me once more, and I spin to put my feet in the truck before he closes the door.
Hayes drives in the direction of our beach while I let my hand hang out the open window. The breeze blows my hair out of my face as I rest my head on my arm. I can feel him glancing over at me every now and then, and I know that this is true happiness.
I’m so damn blessed.
My phone vibrates in my pocket. Then again. And again. Confusion overtakes me as it doesn’t stop and I pull it out expecting a phone call, but instead, I’m faced with an onslaught of incoming texts and voicemails.
“That’s weird,” I murmur. “I must not have had any reception in that restaurant.”
Hayes looks concerned. “Is everything okay?”
“I’m not sure yet.”
The texts are from a mix of both Mali and Cam. I open Mali’s first.
