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For once, though, I’m not disturbed by the lack of memory. If it’s the beginning of a migraine, I really have no desire to recall it. No, I’d much rather stay here in the bliss.
I let out a sigh of contentment and hear a low chuckle, which has my eyes flying open.
When I see the source of the sound, I gasp. “Spencer! Oh my God! What are you doing? Why am I on top of you?”
First fact, I am not in my bed. I’m on the couch . . . with Spencer.
Second fact, the sun isnotwhere it should be. The sky is light blue—not dark blue with pinks and oranges of sunset—with the sun sitting low on the horizon.
Third fact, I have been asleep a long time. In his arms.
While I have dreamed of this moment since I was a teenager, I’m not nearly as happy as I pictured myself to be. If I could remember how I got here, maybe I would be.
Ugh.
“You had a headache, so I had you lay down, and you passed out. It’s fine.”
“Yeah, it’s fine. I mean, it’s totally fine. Everything isfine.”
“Why do I have the feeling it’s actually not?” he asks.
I rest my head in my hands and groan. “Because you’re Spencer!”
“And you’re Brielle.”
“No, you don’t get it . . .”
I should really shut up.
“What?”
I lift my face, hands dropping in frustration. “You’reSpencer Cross. I had a crush on you my whole freaking life. I’m just a little . . . freaked out.”
“Had or have?”
I’m not answering that. “My point is that I’m on top of you.”
He laughs. “You know I had a crush on you too?”
My lips part as I take in a sharp breath. He what? He had a crush on me? Liar. “You promised never to lie to me.”
“And I’m not.”
“You had a crush on me?”
He nods slowly. “I have always thought you were beautiful, smart, kind, and funny, even if you do say the most ridiculous things sometimes.”
The heat rises in my cheeks. “I’m not beautiful.” I turn away, not wanting to see the way his green eyes fill with anything. Nope. I’d rather just stick my head in the sand, thank you very much.
Spencer’s finger moves to my chin, tilting my head to look at him. “You are. You are so beautiful, and more than that, you’re beautiful on the inside. I absolutely had a crush on you, and I still think you’re incredibly gorgeous. Don’t tell me you’re not beautiful, Brielle, because I will prove you wrong.”
My breathing is shallow, and I swear I could pass out. What is happening? Spencer is looking at me like he wants to kiss me, and God, I want to kiss him.
Even if it’s just this once. Even if I could be engaged to someone else, I don’t care. I want this right now because I’m pretty sure I’m dreaming anyway.
His gaze moves to my lips, and that’s all I need. My hand goes to his cheek, fingertips brushing the scruff on his jaw. “Before I lose my nerve, I need to ask you something.”
“Anything.” His voice is thick.
