Page 108 of Wish You Would

“And another thing,” I said, going for stern. Probably, it was more like a bossy toddler. “Doing the things that make you happy doesn’t mean you’re selfish. Sing with the band if you want. Run the bar. Love me. Or,” I leaned in, giving her a conspiratorial wink. “Do all three.”

A small smile pulled at the corner of her mouth. I pressed a soft kiss to it. “You can have it all, Gigi. I want you to have it all.”

“But what if—”

“No.”

“Okay, but how do—”

“Nuh-uh.”

She huffed out an exasperated sigh and I grinned. Looking me over, she shook her head, grinning back. “You’re impossible.”

“I’m right,” I shot back. “Now shut up and kiss me.”

Laughing, she leaned in, pushing her fingers through my hair. Her nose brushed mine, her breath tickled my lips, but she didn’t move any closer. “I do love you, you know,” she murmured, her words vibrating through me at the most perfect frequency.

“I know,” I said. “I love you, too.”

Then, her lips were on mine, fierce and hungry. Winding my arms around her, I pulled her closer, until we were heartbeat against heartbeat, soul seeking soul. I kissed her back with everything I had in me. Every want, every need, every dream of our future. Because it was there—a future with her. With Gigi. With this woman who had knocked my life off its axis. And I wanted every single second of it.

THE END

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