Page 157 of Destined Lovers

I tug at Sadie’s arm. Wills grumbles, not happy I’ve interrupted their dancing.

“Sorry.” I smirk.Not really. “I know I’m drunk, but please tell me you see this?” I nudge my chin toward Belle and Jackson, and the sly smile that covers her face tells me she sees it too.

“Between you and me, they have loved each other since we were teenagers. Both too stubborn to admit it.”

“I knew it! I saw how they looked at each other the second I met them. Why don’t you push them to be together? They are perfection.”

“They are. Only, they need to figure it out on their own. And honestly, over the last year, I’ve seen a different type of connection that I’ve not seen in years prior. So I have faith.” She chuckles, and her eyes sparkle like she knows something I don’t.

“Oh!” Sadie covers her eyes as Declan takes my hips and brings them back into him.

“Declan,” I scold.

“Less talking, more dancing,” he mutters against my neck.

“I’ve never seen this side of you. I like it.” Sadie giggles, then Wills starts pulling her off the dance floor. We say our goodbyes and promise to see them soon, most likely at the hospital, to meet their new baby.So exciting.

Declan spins me around as “Cinema” by Benny Benassi starts to blast through the speakers.

He somehow knows every word because he sings them to me, and I can feel them deep in my heart as he’s written them himself.

“I love you, angel,” he mouths.

“I love you.”I love him so much.

He takes my face in his hands, bringing his lips close to mine as he sings the chorus, letting his soft lips lightly whisper the words against mine while our bodies sway together.

“You’re my favorite everything. Even after all these years, nothing compares to my love for you. And somehow, it still grows stronger by the second.”

“Declan,” I rasp.

This is too romantic for the club.

His tongue sweeps across my lips in a slow sensual movement that I feel in the pit of my stomach, sending shivers of desire racing through my body.

Finally, his tongue seeks mine, and when we make contact, the rest of the world disappears.

My arms go around his neck, and he hooks his arm around my waist, holding us tightly together.

Kissing and dancing in the middle of the dance floor, like two teenage kids without a care in the world.

I could stay like this forever, lost in my love, lost inhis love.

* * *

“Ready to go, babe?”

“Yes,” I pant against Declan’s lips.So ready.

“Oh, look who it is,” a voice snarls from beside us.

I turn to see a man staring daggers at Annabelle. Who is this guy?

His eyes roam her body in complete disgust, like she’snotgod’s gift to the world. He must have shit vision because if you looked up ‘perfect specimen,’ you would see Annabelle Hughes.

“Looks like you still have everyone fooled. Expensive on the outside, but still a cheap slut on the inside,” he says and spits half his scotch across all of us.

What the feck!