Page 125 of Fall I Want
“They’re getting married,” Weston says.
“Congratulations,” Easton happily adds.
“It’s not official yet,” Zane tells him, but doesn’t deny it. “Soon.”
I grow giddy thinking about a future with him. Then I realize that I was able to imagine something I haven’t imagined with anyone else—ever. As the three of them chat, I’m lost in my thoughts, imagining our happily ever after. Us being together is crystal clear in my mind, as if my subconscious manifested this perfect man.
Another few sips and my wine is gone. I’m immediately given another glass.
I study Zane as he talks, randomly stealing glimpses of me, shooting me little winks and smirks. Flirty as hell, but I enjoy it, knowing each time our eyes meet I have him. His gaze doesn’t lie.
“Well,” Easton says, looking at his watch. “I’ve gotta go. Just wanted to stop by and check out the shindig. I’ve had a very long, exhausting day. Nice meeting you, Autumn.”
Another polite head nod and then he’s walking past us.
“Your brother is nicer,” I say to Weston.
“Ah. You don’t know him,” he warns. “Easton is a bigger asshole than Zane and...”
His words trail off and a smile fills his face as a pretty woman in a cute dress approaches him.
“Carlee,” he says, his voice softening. “You made it.”
I glance at Zane and he looks at me, then pulls me away. The pianist continues playing.
“Dance with me?”
I glance around. “No one else is.”
“Who gives a shit?” He holds out his hand and I take it. His strong hand is on my waist. “How was your day?”
“Fun and exhausting.”
“I hope you got everything you wanted.”
“Everything except you,” I say.
“Ah. I almost forgot about the IOU from earlier.”
I smirk. “No you didn’t.”
“You’re right.” He whispers the rest in my ear. “I’ve been thinking about you sitting on my face all day.”
When he pulls away, he locks me in place with his smoldering gaze. “And what if I said I wanted to leave?”
“Then I’d tell you to lead the goddamn way.”
A mischievous grin dances over my lips and I grab his hand,pulling him away. He tugs me close to him, kissing me, brushing fallen hair back.
“You’re giving everyone a show.”
“No, Pumpkin. Right now, it’s only me and you. No one else here matters.”
I slide my hands behind his neck, desperately kissing him as he laughs. I feel like a teenager again, skipping prom to make out in the hallway. The pianist nods as we move past him, and when I turn back to the room, I notice more couples are dancing.
“They just needed a leader,” I say as he wraps his arm around me.
“They usually do.”
