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Alexandra’s bedroom door opens. I send back a quick “same here” and slip my phone into my pocket. The click of her heel makes my pulse jump, and then her right foot steps into the living room. The hem of her rose-pink dress flows over her dark skin in a way that makes my heart race. The fabric hangs loose until it’s cinched at her waist, and then it holds her chest in these delicate cups, supported by a thin, fragile strap that looks like it might give out any second.

She’s breathtaking, but nothing makes her more beautiful than the way she’s smiling at me right now.

“Love that it has pockets,” she says, sliding her hands into the hidden slits at her hips as she walks over.

“You really are the most beautiful girl in the world, you know that?” I say, still taking her in, too awed to touch her hair or that dress. She has to be perfect tonight, or I’ll never forgive myself.

Still, I take a step forward, because I just can’t help it. Just to take in the way her eyes sparkle up close, how the light glides across her cheek, how that lipstick looks like it was picked to test every bit of my self-control. She smiles that wicked little smile, like she doesn’t know she’s my whole damn world.

“A.J.,” she murmurs, and I meet those eyes, soft and sweet. “Kiss me.”

I move in slow, heart thudding, fingers brushing the back of her neck—until she grabs my waist and deepens the kiss with zero hesitation. I let out a low laugh against her mouth—of course she wouldn’t let me be gentle tonight. But I kiss her back, hard.

It doesn’t last long.

“If you pull me like that again, you’re gonna have to take responsibility for the baby I’m gonna put in you,” I warn, pulling back with every bit of control I have.

“Don’t worry,amor. I’m a responsible girl. I think we could…” She puts her hands on my waist again, and I take a step back.

“Easy. We’ve got all night. Right now, we need to get upstairs.”

“Upstairs?”

“You’ve seen the New Year’s traffic. No way we’re getting there by car.”

Her smile spreads slow and wide.

“We’re taking a helicopter?”

“Perks of living in a building with a helipad,” I say, leading her to the door, her excitement shining bright enough to light up the night.

Chapter Forty-Five – Alex

I believe, I believe that we’re just one dream

Away from who we’re meant to be that we’re standing on the edge of

Something big, something crazy our best days are yet unknown

That this moment is ours to own 'Cause we’re standing on the edge of great!

Edge Of Great - Julie And The Phantoms

With his hand on my waist, A.J. guides me out of the elevator. I try to hold back the smile that insists on spreading across my face, but every step crackles with wonder and nerves. The city shimmers like a living jewel, and if it’s already breathtaking from down here, I can only imagine what it looks like from the sky. Thank goodness the helicopter is still off. I spent hours deep conditioning and diffusing my hair; it’d be a total waste for it to arrive a mess at the restaurant.

“Ready?” A.J. asks as we pause at the helicopter door. A tender smile steals across my face.

“With you, always,” I wink, and he helps me climb in, sealing my lips with a kiss the moment we sit.

Joseph, the pilot, introduces himself, and we do the same. A.J. tells him to fire it up, and that giant spinning bowl we’re in hums to life as Anthony settles the headsets on my ears.

“I hope you love these final hours of the year,” A.J. says through the mic.

“With you, it’ll be impossible not to,” I reply, and I catch his eyes lighting up—exactly like whenever I’m not being a total ogre.

“What?”

“I’m never gonna get used to you being this sweet.”

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