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I groan into her neck. “There’s a better part than what you already told me?”
“Fuck yes there is, and if you let me tell you like a good boy, I’ll let you do whatever you want to me afterwards.”
“Shit,” I mutter, reaching down between us to adjust myself.
She grins at me. “The good boy thing?”
I nod. “Yeah, you bet.”
“Well, I’ll be keeping that one in my pocket for later.”
I kiss her, long and deep, our lips melting together, until we’re both panting. “You are my favorite human, and later tonight, I’m going to do very, very bad things to you for many, many hours.”
Her eyes light up. “You’ll stay?”
I brush her hair away from her face and run my knuckles down her cheek. “Of course I’ll stay. I can’t think of anything I’d rather do than hold onto you all night long and wake up with you in the morning.”
Amelia leans up and kisses my jaw. “I thought maybe you would have to get back to Killer.”
I press a kiss to her forehead. “I already texted Cece to go get her. I was never planning on leaving. Now, tell me the best part. Give me all of your brilliance.”
She grins up at me and bounces a little on the toes of her purple fluffy slippers. “El, prepare to be amazed.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
AMELIA
“You’re here!” Jo throws open the door to the Wyles’ house and immediately wraps me in a tight hug. Warmth cascades through me at her enthusiastic greeting, helping banish some of the nerves I’ve been feeling all day at the thought of meeting Elliot’s mom. I haven’t had parents since I was twelve. I’ve never had a boyfriend serious enough to meet his parents. I’m afraid I’m a little out of my depth.
“I sure am,” I say, the remaining nerves lacing my voice.
Jo laughs and squeezes me tighter before letting go. “Don’t be nervous.”
I huff out a laugh. “Oh, definitely nothing to be nervous about. Nothing at all. Just meeting the mom of the guy I’m fucking crazy about, that’s all.”
Jo squeals a little and bounces on her toes. “Gah, this is all so exciting. He’s crazy about you, and you’re crazy about him, and everyone is going to live happily ever after.”
“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” I say dryly, even as I smile at Jo’s enthusiasm. “There’s still the little issue of ourrelationship potentially costing him his job, and the fact that my family has no clue I’m even in a relationship, much less that the object of my relationship is my professor at the school they don’t know I’m currently attending.” I groan, pressing my fingers into my eyes. “This is all so cool and so completely normal.”
Jo’s face turns serious. “I know it’s complicated. I understand complicated, and I also understand that when it’s right, complicated has a way of working itself out. It’ll be okay, and we’re all on your side. Not for nothing, but I know your brother a little, and I’ve known Molly for more than a decade. I know that when you’re ready to tell them everything, they’re going to be on your side too.”
I smile at Jo, my stomach feeling marginally less like it wants to eat itself. “Thank you. I needed to hear that.”
Jo grins at me. “What are besties for?” Then she grabs my hand and pulls me inside. “Also, you don’t know me that well, but getting ahead of myself is pretty much what I’m best at. Pam, she’s here!” Jo yells into the house as she tugs me down the hallway and into a beautiful kitchen with massive white countertops, green cabinets, and a cozy, warm vibe soaking the space.
“The famous Amelia, in my kitchen? What an absolutely fabulous day this is turning out to be!” A woman with curly red hair, red-framed glasses, and a broad grin comes bustling into the kitchen, walking straight to me and taking my hands in hers. Her blue eyes that are so much like Elliot’s sparkle with fun, and her entire vibe givescome in and stay for a while.
“Famous?” I ask, suddenly nervous again.
“In this house you are. You make him so happy,” she says, squeezing my hands.
I smile, even as emotion crawls its way up my throat. I could hedge or equivocate, but I do neither of those things. Somethingabout Pam Wyles makes me want to tell her every single one of my truths. “I hope so. He makes me happy too.”
Her grin spreads and she wraps her arms around me, squeezing tight. “Well then, welcome to chaos, Amelia. We are so happy to have you.”
The rest of my nerves vanish at this hug that screamsmom. I suddenly realize exactly how long it’s been since I was hugged by a mom, and I feel every single one of those years as tears prick my eyes. When I sniffle, Pam pulls away but leaves her hands on my shoulders.
“What’s wrong, honey?”
