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He stepped back and his eyes raked over me. “You did look at yourself in the mirror before you left home, right?”

I shook my head. “Yeah, so?”

“You are the most gorgeous girl here.”

“All because of the fake lashes, tons of makeup, a high princess bun, and the sexy dress? Maybe I should have cut back on the makeup.”

“No, you’re fine. Sending him to grab drinks was a good move. After he’s had two or three, he’ll loosen up.”

I looped my arm around Matts. “Thanks.”

“Get lost, Brauner,” Tate ordered.

“See you on the dance floor, doll.”

I smiled.

Tate placed the drink in my hand.

“Babe, we have to enjoy prom. Hiding out on the sidelines isn’t fun.”

He threw the harsh contents to the back of his throat.

“You look extra hot tonight. And if I can’t keep my boner down, these lames in here are probably drooling over you too.”

I sipped the drink, then cupped his face. “Fuck, them, Tate. I want to have fun with my man and my friends.”

“Hey hotness,” a drunk guy said in passing.

“Fuck off,” Tate growled.

“Come on, big guy. Connie and Trevor probably have vodka on the dance floor.”

His face relaxed. “Sounds good.” He threaded our fingers and led me onto the dance floor.

Dancing with our friends was all it took to loosen up my brooding boyfriend.

Tate, Mason, Marisa, and me were nominated for prom king and queen. Imagine my surprise when Tate and I were announced as prom king and queen. There was never any doubt that Tate would be chosen. I thought they’d pick Marisa. Maybe I grew on the students at Haven Saints High.

The party continued at a luxury hotel down the street. Matt rented out a massive suite. It was the best nightever. Tate and Mason even discussed sports amongst their friends at some point. I wouldn’t have ever believed that would’ve happened. That was the closest they’d been since their parents had snapped their picture before prom. Melissa was a ball of tears. She was delighted to have just one pic of her boys together after all those years.

The room was jammed packed. There were couples making out in every corner of the room. The jocks barely left the banquet table overflowing with food. No telling where Matt was.

“Sexy, why are you over here alone? Where’s the geek squad?” Tate yelled in my ear over the music.

“I wanted to take in this moment. We survived high school. We’re heading off to college soon. I can’t believe it.”

His lips pressed against my cheek. “Believe it.” Tate threaded our fingers and stalked into a bedroom.

“We need a little quiet time.” Tate closed the door. He pulled me into his lap in a chair by the window overlooking downtown Haven River.

“The party scene at Harvard will be epic.”

“Tate, we have to study more than party.”

He nodded. “Yeah, we’ll study, but I’ll also get you out of the house to a few parties.”

I laughed. “We’ll see. Are you sure you’re ok with your decision not to go pro after high school?”

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