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I take a deep breath, suddenly wishing we weren’t in his car right now.
“No, Ilikeyou, like you. I want you. I want to date you for real. If you want that, too, obviously.”
“Hannah, are you positive? It’s not just me you’d be committing to. Aly and I are a package deal.”
“I know. And I want to be in her life, too. I want more lazy Saturdays watchingScooby-Doowith both of you. I want to be as involved as you both want me to be. I fully understand she’s your primary concern, and I would never do anything to jeopardize your relationship with her.”
Morgan searches my face, like he’s searching for a lie. He’s not going to find one. I’m more than okay with him putting her first. It’s one of the things I love most about him.
“This isn’t just the alcohol talking, right?” he asks softly, like the moment is fragile, and he doesn't want to shatter it.
I reach across the console and grab his hand, mentally sighing in relief when he doesn't pull away.
“I only had one drink, and there was barely any alcohol in it. So no, it’s not the alcohol talking. I had a whole plan with flowers and a grand gesture—”
“What do you mean?” he cuts me off.
“I—I was going to give you a bouquet with yellow daffodils and aster to convey my feelings for you.” It sounds stupid now, I’m glad I didn’t go with it.
“Did you look up the meaning of the flowers in your birthday bouquet?”
I nod.
He nods.
“Can we go now?” I ask quietly.
He starts the car, still holding my hand, and drives us away from the venue.
Chapter 29
Morgan
She wants to date me. She wants our relationship to be real.
My head swims with those three little words, the ones that would be too soon to say. My mouth aches from the force of holding them back.
She likes me.
Asters and yellow daffodils: Two symbols of love. She was going to give them to me to convey her feelings.
She wants to be with me.
I was going to take her to her house, give her a kiss goodnight, and leave. But now—now I’m thinking half with the head on my shoulders and half with the head in my pants. Aly’s sleeping at Olivia’s tonight, so I don’t need to worry about her.
“Um, Morgan? This isn’t my exit,” she says, still gripping my hand.
“I know. I’m taking you to my place, Hannah. We’re going to talk.”And then, I might finally get a taste ofyou.
“Okay.”
The rest of the drive is silent, and when we pull into the garage and I put the car in park, the tension becomes so thick I swear it could be spooned out of the air. I exit the car, open Hannah’s door, and lead her into the house. She toes off her shoes by the door and sets down her purse, then stands there, looking up at me.
Her lip stain is a bit faded, and her hair is a little more wild, but she still looks absolutely gorgeous.
I step forward and brace a hand above the wall like I did at her apartment. Only this time, I bring a hand up to cup her jaw. I watch her throat work on a swallow as our eyes lock.
“I thought we were going to talk,” she whispers.
