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“Thanks,” I say, making him glance my way again.
“For what?” He takes a sip of his beer, both him and Miller looking at me in question.
“For this.”
I push myself off of the wall, searching for my man again. Because that’s what he is now, my man. And my man is made for the spotlight, he lives for it, and I want to live there with him.
So I do.
I make my way through the dancing crowd, finding that familiar blonde head of his near the makeshift dj booth where one of my roommates is having fun pretending to be good at it. My heart is hammering overtime, but I swallow my nerves away, because Tuck is right. He’ssoright. I’m aiming for a big spot in the NFL, people are going to want to know everything about me anyway. I will be eating shit anyway, no matter which way I roll.
And being a role model for queer people doesn’t sound that bad now, right?
That shit is also admirable.
And yeah, maybe Jace and I won't work out. But that I’m attracted to dudes more than to women? That shit isveryclear to me. Got a whole browser history on certain porn sites to prove that. And I honestly believe that my preference wouldn’t change if we would ever, God forbid, quit seeing each other.
So fuck it, I’m going to quit overthinking this and am just going to roll with it.
When I finally reach him, I hold my breath for a bit, trying to find that last bit of courage to do this. He’s with his back to me, still dancing with his girls, in that ridiculous tight Elsa dress that he somehow pulls off.
Missy is on his other side, and her eyes widen when she spots me, a knowing smile slowly spreading on her red-painted lips when I grab my Jace from behind and slowly wrap my arms around him.
Oh shit, I’m doing this.
My heart hammers against his back when he lets himself sag against me, one of his hands holding on to my wrist, twirling the bracelet he gave me. He knows it’s me. Of course he does.
I swallow, leaning my head on his shoulder, pressing the sides of our faces together, stubble scratching.
“Hi there, handsome,” Jace murmurs when he starts to sway gently on the music, me following his lead.
“Hi,” is all I can say, nerves fluttering.
“You sure about this?” He holds my wrist tighter, maybe afraid that I’ll change my mind and let go.
I swallow again. “Just… yeah…” I hold him closer, get that big muscular body as connected to me as I can get him, my cock has no qualms with this and is already rising because of its close proximity against Jace’s ass.
Jace exhales a shaky breath, and I can feel the tension leaving his body, owning this as well. Showing everybody that we’re together. I loosen my arms a bit so he can turn around, wrapping his arms around my neck.
“Hi there,” he says in a whisper, the corner of his mouth rising in a soft smile, those exquisite eyes all but sparkling with adoration. His gaze flicks to my mouth and fuck it, if I’m going to do this, I’m going todothis.
So I lean forward, giving those tempting lips a whisper of a kiss, my heart going crazy. He smiles against my mouth beforehe presses his nose against my cheek and holds on tighter, his forehead against my temple.
I expect there to be gasps of outrage, of surprise, or people murmuring and staring, pointing our way.
But the only ones who look at us are Missy and Ava. Tuck and Miller. They’re smiling.
There’s nothing amiss.
The world keeps spinning, the British Bake Off still airs, Martha Stewart is still awesome.
So I bury my face in his neck as we sway, and I hold on.
Oh, how I hold on.
TWENTY-EIGHT
I’m at Yetties, trying to figure out how I’ve gained custody of a couple of baby ducks, since they somehow keep following me around and are quite happy when they can sleep atop of me. Like right now.
