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“I bought the name for a kiss, remember?”
He shakes his head quickly. “No, you’ve not bought it yet. You’ll owe me that kiss when you officially launch your label. You better make sure you do, too, or I’ll take you to court.”
I pull myself up by his shoulders, leaning over him. His hand holds my waist, steadying me. The warmth of his sturdy body radiates against mine like sunlight.
“Are you trying to make sure I don’t break up with you?”
“Are we not broken up, then?”
I raise my eyebrows. “Um, absolutelynot? You better not have been behaving as if we were.”
“I wasn’t sure. We never really spoke after the shit hit the fan at that nightmare-fuel gala.”
“I was busy. We’renotbroken up. You’ve not been out there acting single, have you?”
“Outwhere?” he laughs, and my heart flutters at the sight of his laughter, the way his eyes crinkle. “I’m working three jobs and training almost every day. When would I have time to be acting single?”
“Just checking.” I run my hands through his hair, resisting the urge to smother his face with possessive kisses. “When’s your mother’s wedding, by the way?”
“This summer.” He folds one arm behind his head to better look at me. “Wanna be my plus one, by the way? I meant to ask you.”
“At your mother’s wedding?” I ask, startled.
“Uh-huh.” He bites his lip as if trying to hold a grin. “And don’t worry, I’m not bringing you as my date to make my mum mad.”
My mouth drops in shock. I smack his arm, and he lets out a boyish peel of laughter.
“We arenotjoking about that!” I squeal. “I’m serious, Noah!”
He nods. “No, no, I understand. Too early?”
“Too early? It’s the worst thing I’ve ever done! We’re not joking about it—ever. I mean it!”
“Fine. Alright, your highness, whatever you want.” He takes my chin in his fingers, stroking it with his thumb. “Will you be my date, then?”
“Of course.” Heat rises to my cheeks. “I’ve never really met a boyfriend’s mother before.”
“She’s nice—nothing like those people at your gala if that’s what you’re worried about. And she won’t call security on you, I promise. In fact, she’ll probably drink too much prosecco and tell you that you’re too good for me. Don’t listen to her if she does.” He laughs. “Oh, and you’ll meet my weird half-cousins. And you can’t wear a crazy gown, okay? My mum might try to fight you if you outshine her at her own wedding.”
I laugh. “Fine. I’ll send you outfit ideas and you can give me your seal of approval.”
“Perfect.”
He kisses my mouth and I cuddle closer, tucking my head under his and plastering my body to his. His fingers run softly through my hair.
“Are you going back to America during the holidays?”
“I’ll have to, but I won’t miss the wedding, I promise. And I’ll be back in September for fashion school.”
“In London?”
“Mm-hm.”
He raises his eyebrows. “You don’t want to go to fashion school single and free?”
I shake my head, bumping my head against his jaw. “I want to go to fashion school with a hot boyfriend who can come to my apartment and fuck the stress out of me.”
“Oh, wow. Well, I can definitely do that.” He’s quiet for a second and then he adds, “Maybe I’ll have to get a job closer to London.”
