“I do.” I rest my head against his chest, and it feels like he’s lifted the weight of the world from my shoulders. “I…thank you. I can’t tell you how much this means to me.”
“You’re welcome. Everything is going to be okay. I promise.”
When he says it, I believe it.
He’s not just some rock star I’m sleeping with; he’s quickly becoming extremely important to me. I know I shouldn’t be falling in love but it’s too late.
And the fact that he’s here tells me he’s falling too.
It might be the scariest thing that’s ever happened to me, but it’s also the most incredible thing too.
I can’t think of a single thing that feels better than being with him, having his attention focused on me…and falling in love with him.
No matter what happens, I can’t imagine regretting a single moment of any of it.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Royal
We talkwith Maddie the next evening and come up with a loose plan to straighten things out—read: to kick those assholes to the ends of the earth and back.
And then again for good measure.
The pieces put into place, we get down to business.
Also known as fucking our way through every room in Jade’s house.
I’m a particular fan of the huge island she has in the kitchen—it’s the perfect height to bend her over and plunge into her from behind again and again andagain.
Probably why her cheeks keep flushing pink every time she looks at me as she absently strums on the guitar.
I blink, the memory of her tight cunt clamping around me disappearing when I hear it.
It.
“Stop.”
We’ve been working enough that she doesn’t question my sharp interjection.
“This?” she asks, playing something.
Just not therightsomething.
“No.”
Her nose wrinkles and she’s so fucking cute that I want to lean in and kiss the tip of it. But…work.
An album to produce.
Which means songs to write.
Which means?—
“No,” I say again when her fingers start moving again, the first chord wrong.
She huffs out a sigh, starts again, her eyes on mine.
I just shake my head.