Page 124 of Love Medley
As he repeats those bass notes, Lucy lifts the microphone to her lips, her eyes never leaving mine. “I met this amazing guy a few weeks back. We started off with a fake date, but I was just fooling myself. I had feelings for him from the very start. This man changed my life. When I didn’t believe in myself, he believed in me for the both of us. He was there for me when I needed him. He let me know how much I meant to him, every step of the way.” She pauses, her eyes becoming shiny. “I once told him what we had wasn’t a big deal. That was a lie. He isn’t just a big deal—he’sthedeal.”
My heart spasms inside of me. Is she saying what I think she’s saying? I find I’m holding my breath to hear the rest.
“And now, it’s time for me to be brave and take a leap of faith, the way he’s always done for me. Jake Whitlock, you’ve always been enough. You’re everything. I love you. I choose you. And because I never want to miss another moment with you, this is for you.”
And to my utter shock, Lucy launches into her own stripped-down version of “I Don’t Want to Miss a Thing.”
My mouth drops open as Lucy comes closer and closer to me, so beautiful and confident, so sexy and compelling. She settles on top of the closed piano lid and crosses her legs, singing to me as if we’re the only ones in the room.
My heart is ripped apart and put back together again in the span of the five minutes of the song.
This woman.
Oh my God. I’llnever recover.
As Lucy ends the song and the last note dies into the air and the crowd goes wild, I pick her up off of the piano and press my mouth to hers.
“I love you, Lucy Chang,” I murmur into her ear.
As we gaze into each other's eyes, I feel like the luckiest man in the world.
It occurs to me then that home for me isn't a place…it's a person.
And she's shown me that I've always been enough.
The applause takes a while to die down, and Andy picks up the next song. He tells the crowd that I’m taking a break and may be back later in the evening.
And then he jokes: “And maybe he won’t.”
I give him my best eyeroll before turning to Lucy. “On that note, I wish we could go somewhere a little more private.”
“Well, good thing you’ve got us,” Luke says, materializing from nowhere, holding a keychain in the air. “And it wasn’t just me. The ladies helped too.”
Zoe, Amelia, and Isabelle wave from their table just a couple of feet away.
“Have fun!” Iz squeals.
“What is this for?” I ask, exchanging a look with Lucy, who looks equally puzzled.
“The room upstairs,” Luke grins. “We usually keep it locked but occasionally let people who work late crash in there. Figured you two might want to…talk.” He wiggles his eyebrows.
I’m not currently looking at Lucy, but I’m pretty sure she is blushing pink at this moment.
My heart pounds at the thought of myself and Lucy together…in a bedroom. Glancing down at Lucy, I hold out my hand. “What do you say?”
“Yes, please,” she says, slipping her hand into mine.
And then we are off, giddy and running like mad to the stairwell. At the top of the stairs, I can barely get the door open, and we burst into the room, which is decorated with rose petals.
I pull Lucy into my arms, my mouth hot and seeking on hers. “I’ve missed you so goddamned much,” I murmur.
“Less talking and more kissing,” she says, grabbing the front of my shirt and tugging me forward, backing up until she has sandwiched herself between me and the wall.
“There’s a bed—” And then I’m pressed against all of her soft curves, my cock already responding to her. “Lucy.”
“I need you inside me right now.”
That’s all the encouragement I need. I quickly undo my belt buckle, and slide my cock out of my boxer briefs; unsurprisingly, I’m hard as a rock. After spitting into my hand, I reach under that blue dress that she wore just for me, slide her already dampened panties to the side and swipe my slickened fingers against her hot slit.
