Page 3 of Edge of Forever

The one I’ve been texting and chatting with daily for months.

Then he catches sight of me, and I pause mid-step.

Our eyes lock and something sizzles in his that I’ve never seen before.

Admiration.

Lust.

Adoration?

It’s all there in a single look.

And frankly, it takes my breath away.

Not to mention the way he fills out his tuxedo.

Sydney wasn’t kidding.

He looks…beautiful.

That’s the only word I can come up with.

His long blond hair is slicked back in a ponytail, he’s trimmed his beard into what I can only describe as sexy scruff, and because of what he’s wearing, you can’t see a single tattoo. Not that I mind—I love his tats—but we discussed him doinghis best not to stand out as a twenty-three-year-old rockstar at prom.

I’m eighteen.

I can date whomever I please, but we still want to fit in and for him not to feel out of place so we can have fun.

I continue down the stairs, walking toward him slowly.

“Hi.” His voice is soft, gruff almost, and he holds out the corsage in his hand. “You look beautiful.”

“Thank you. You look very handsome too. I think I like you in a tux almost as much as I like you on stage.”

He grins, his blue eyes twinkling. “Thanks.”

“Will you put it on me?” I hold out my wrist and motion to the corsage.

“Sure.” He takes it out and slides it over my wrist. It’s made of white roses decorated with something iridescent and glittery, which goes perfectly with my dress.

“Let’s get a couple of pictures,” Sydney says quietly, “and then you two should get going.”

Our eyes meet again, and I can’t tell what’s in his, but I really, really want to kiss him.

“Five minutes,” he murmurs, as if he can read my mind.

All I can do is smile and move into his arms, turning to where Ford and Sydney start snapping photos like it’s their job.

Finally, after what has to be twenty years, we head out to…the limo?

He rented alimo.

Which I know he can’t afford.

“Sam, what—” I turn to him questioningly.

“It’s fine,” he whispers. “You’re worth it.”

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