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“Me too.”
I take this moment to pull out of her, the warm sensation of being inside her overtaken by the frigid chill in the air. Hannah hops up from the bed to run to the bathroom and it’s then I notice my cum dripping down her thigh. It shouldn’t make me feel any sort of way, but it does. It makes me feel a lot of things.
She’s mine, justmine.
THIRTY-EIGHT
HANNAH
The week since returning from New York has been…hectic, and that’s an understatement. When we got back, it was one of the first nights I’d spent away from Liam in a while, but Gen needed me since the wedding was coming up.
Fast-forward to today, the wedding rehearsal.
We got through the actual rehearsal rather quickly. It was surprisingly easy to pretend Liam and I aren’t together, a charade we’ll keep up until we have the chance to have a conversation about it. He kept jabbing me in the side and, while I think he meant it playfully, by the end of walking down the aisle it was getting on my nerves.
You can take the Liam out of the idiot, but you can’t take the idiot out of the Liam, apparently.
We push open the door to Andre’s Bistro, where a chaotic scene greets us. There is a line of people waiting for tables curling out the entrance, uniformed waitstaff scurrying around, and conversations floating through the air. The hostess is working frantically, her words lost beneath the cacophony ofvoices as she rushes to get everyone seated as quickly as possible.
Our group moves through the crowded restaurant, dodging waiters weaving between tables with steaming platters of food. We follow a set of stairs to an open door at the back, which reveals an invitingly quiet space surrounded by sweetly twinkling lights. The family-sized table sits dramatically under a majestic chandelier, adorned with delicate glassware, sparkling silverware, and perfectly arranged floral centerpieces.
Despite my desire to meet him at the end of the table next to Gabe, I know it would look weird if I sat next to Liam of my own free will. I hate that we haven’t discussed what officially being together means for us now that we’re home, and I haven’t figured out exactly how to broach the subject.
He’s mine and I’m his…but does that hold the same weight if the world doesn’t know?
Plopping down next to my brother, I’m catty-corner from Liam. His infuriatingly adorable grin looking back at me causes my stomach to do somersaults, but he looks away just as quickly.
Everyone settles into their seats swiftly, pouring themselves a glass from the large water pitchers littering the table.
As everyone begins to settle in, Jackson clanks a butter knife against his water glass to pull everyone’s attention in his direction. He stands from his seat and I notice the way Gen stares up at him adoringly. The idea that I ever wanted them apart fills me with guilt, but when her eyes meet mine, I know there is not a shred of animosity left between us.
“I wanted to thank everyone for being a part of mine and Gen’s big day. Our family and friends that are basically familymean everything to us and we could not imagine embarking on this day without each of you with us…”
Tears begin to build as Jackson continues to talk, but my eyes still travel to Liam…whose eyes are already on me.
“Love is nothing without your loved ones to share it with. Gen and I would not be where we are without the love and support of everyone at this table.”
Savannah hoots and hollers from the other end of the table, causing everyone to erupt in laughter. However, my eyes never leave Liam’s even as he shifts to look at Gabe as he socializes with him and Kara, Gabe’s longtime girlfriend.
Sage’s shoulder brushes against mine as she leans into me. “How was New York?”
“It was good. The auditions went well.”
“Oh, shut up, I don’t care about that part yet. How was it when Liam showed up?”
I pin her with a glare, but she just stares at me with a grin. “How did you know about that?”
“Well, you went to New York and he disappeared the same day—it was hardly subtle. Does your brother know?”
“I don’t think so, so if you could stop talking about it, that would be great.”
“You haven’t told him?” The confused expression Sage is sporting is anything but judgmental, only concerned. She’s seen everything that’s transpired between me and Liam, so it’s logical that she’d be invested, but jeez, Sage, time and place.
“No, so shut the fuck up,” I whisper aggressively.
Sage appears to get the hint as she settles back into her seat, Jackson’s toast coming to an end.
“So, this is a toast to you guys, because Gen and I know this would not be happening if it weren’t for yourinfluence in our lives.”
