Page 88 of Somewhere Only We Know
“Is what you’re wearing going to make me want to gouge out the eyes of every man who looks your way?”
My body is jostled side-to-side as my back is moisturized. “Your possessiveness is very hot. But you must be immune to the looks you get from men and women, so don’t start because I have nails.”
“I’m aware,” Nate says and I hear the smile in his voice. “Okay you’re all set.”
“Thank you, baby.”
He kisses me on the back of the neck and gives me a little push back to the bedroom. Smiling, I drop the jacket from my chest and pull the dress over my body. Once it’s on I pull my sweats off and survey how it looks from the mirror in the corner of the room.
“Holy fuck.”
“Is that a good,holy fuck? Or a badholy fuck?” I ask, hoping I know the answer while I twiddle my fingers in front of me as the insecurity from Trent’s snipping words echo in the back of my mind. I know Nate would never make me feel less than for the outfits I choose to wear. But it’s hard to break the habit of expecting people to tear you down for the little things.
“That’s a holy fuck I can’t wait until I can peel this dress off of you,” Nate says as he erases the distance between us and hovers his hands above my waist. “After tonight, we are never leaving the house.”
“Let’s go, you two!” A deeper voice, I’m assuming Bryce, calls from the stairs.
“Is it too soon to move to Alaska?” I ask when I back away and sit on the bed to put on my shoes. I wink at Nate when he sees the shoes I’m putting on.
“Maybe I can reconsider.” He says with his bottom lippinched between his fingers. The entire time, his eyes stay on where I’m fastening my shoes.
When I stand up I head back into the closet and grab a black peacoat so I can somewhat match him. Walking back into the room, Nate is still standing where I left him. Dressed in black jeans and a grey sweater with loosely tied boots, he’s everything.
I take his hands in mine and walk backwards, heading to the stairs. “Come on, baby. The sooner we go out, the sooner we can come home.” I let go when we get to the top and do a spin when the girls catcall.
“That’s more like it. Come on you two.”
I leaninto Nate’s side as we toast to getting married again. We’ve done this a few times already and every time those around us cheer.
Sarah rounds the table as an upbeat song sends most of us swaying in our spots, and pulls me from Nate. “I promise I will have her back in one piece.”
I make a noise of protest when Nate releases me. “One song.”
“We’ll see about that.” Sarah says as she pulls me to the girls.
Our dancing is apparently the cue for everyone else to finally join. The music is turned up to a non-conversation holding level and we move to the beat of the music. Sophie dances her way over to me and takes my hands in hers. Spinning us around until we’re a giggling two-some.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you we got married.” I tell her as best as I can over the music.
“It’s okay. If Chance and I got married and had norecollection, I wouldn’t tell anyone either.” Our hands go up as cued by the music. “I’m just glad our meddling worked.”
I throw my head back and laugh because it most certainly worked. We go back to dancing and hands land on my waist making my skin prickle. And not in a good way. I step away from whoever had their hands on me and my jaw goes slack.
“Trent.” I say, my blood turning ice cold at the sight of my ex for the first time in over a year. I thought I was moved on from him. The way he made me feel. Like every move I made was an attack against him.
“Hi, baby.” He says and tries to move closer. I take a step back.
I swallow and look around. The dance floor has gotten even more crowded and the guys are no longer in our sight.
“Come on, Jax. Let’s dance like old times.” Trent tries again and steps forward.
“No.”
His hands wrap around my arm and I try to shake him off, but his grip tightens. “I promise to let you lead.”
“Let me go.” I tell him again.
“You always loved going until I wore you down.” He sneers.
