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“What did you say before?” he asks, his eyes darting between mine as he leans in closer to me.

“That I moved my flight up.”

“No, after that… when the flight attendant shoved you down the aisle,” he asks.

“I said no,” I tell him.

“Can you be more specific… please?” he asks.

“When Liam proposed, I said no. I told him that I'm not in love with him anymore.”

Brent’s tongue darts out to wet his lips.

“What does that mean?” he asks, his eyes searching mine.

“I have feelings for my fake boyfriend, and I’m hoping his offer from this morning still stands.”

“I saw you nod yes.”

“I nodded when he asked me if I’m in love with you.”

His lips turn up on one side. A lopsided grin that I love on him.

“You love me?”

“Yes. And your grandmother told me about prom and what Liam did to make sure I hated you.”

“Did she tell you before or after you turned down Liam?”

It seems like an odd question.

“What does that matter?”

“I need to know if you chose me before or after you knew the truth,” he says.

“She told me after I left Liam on his knee to find you and see if you want me to.”

A full smile spread across his face.

“I want you too. I’ve wanted you since the first day I saw you in Spanish class. I’ve loved you for as long as I’ve known you.”

I lean forward toward him, and he wraps his hand around the back of my neck, pulling me closer until our lips press together.

“Mile high?” he asks, he asks against my mouth.

I chuckle. “That might be a little tricky. I was thinking in your bed,” I say.

“You’re coming home with me?” he asks.

“Do you want me to?”

His eyes dart down to my lips. “I don’t think I’ll ever let you leave.”

“Maybe I never will.”

His smile widens.

“Will you sit in my seats at next week’s game? Tessa sits next to them in Lake Powers’ seats,” he says, a little glimmer in his eyes.

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