Page 98 of Sweet Shots

“I’ll go anywhere you want.” He licks his lips, his hooded eyes boring into mine.

I blink, my gaze going to his full lips for a second before darting back to his eyes. The breath leaves my lungs as I just take him in. Everything about him is perfect.Everything.

“Move in with me,” I say suddenly. He smiles, slowly and carefully. “I’m serious, Mikah. Move in with me. Fuck,marry me. Don’t ever leave me. I… I fucking love you.”

He ducks his head, shaking it. “No, you do not.”

I grasp his cheeks, forcing him to look at me.

“Yes, I fucking do. I really do,” I say as seriously as I can. His face falls, and he looks… scared. “I do,” I add sternly. “I’m not just saying it because I’ve been drinking and tonight is amazing. I fucking mean it. I’ve thought about it so many times already, and I know it’s insane because it hasn’t been long, but when you know, you know. So cliché, whatever, but it’s the goddamn truth. I love you, Mikah. I fuckingloveyou, and I want to be with you. I don’t want anyone else, just you. And I want youwith me all the time. In my bed, at my dining table, outside in my backyard.”

“You need to get a new couch.”

I bark out a laugh. “Done. Fucking done. What else?”

His smile grows, and I see in his eyes he still doesn’t believe me. That’s okay. He doesn’t have to believe me right now. He’s drunk. So drunk. I’ll prove it to him, I swear I will. I want this man; I don’t ever want him to leave me. I want him with me always. By my side. Forever.

“What else?” I urge, once again moving closer to the bathroom door, but my hands stay on his face because I can’t bear to have him look away from me. There are two more people in front of us, and then we’ll be inside.

He holds his hand up, showing me his ring finger.

“I want a ring.”

“Done. Tell me more.”

He huffs out a laugh, running a hand through his hair and I finally drop my hands, trusting he’ll keep looking at me. His head hits the wall gently and his eyes fall closed.

“Don’t ever leave me,” he mutters. “Everyone always leaves me.”

Fuck.

Fuck, that kills me. Guts me.

“I won’t,” I promise, moving closer to him. “I swear it. I wouldn’t say any of this if that was an option, Mikah.”

I take his hand, linking our fingers, and he opens his eyes when we have to move forward. He blinks a few times, lookingaround like he doesn’t know where he is. We should go back to our hotel after this. Hell, he probably won’t remember any of this conversation tomorrow, and maybe it’s for the best.

Not because I don’t mean what I’m saying, but because it’s only fair to him to lay this all out when he can consciously dissect it. Hopefully in a healthy way.

We get into the bathroom and do our business. I keep an eye on Mikah, making sure he doesn’t piss all over himself. Thankfully he does a good job handling his dick, and I don’t have to help him. Because I would, but people might make an issue about it. That’s not what I feel like dealing with tonight.

After washing our hands, I usher him out of the bathroom with my hand on his lower back.

“How about we—”

“Hey, congrats, bro.” Gerard is in front of us, offering out his hand.

I look at it, then up at him. I take his hand and shake.

“Thanks, man,” I say.

“Look, no hard feelings, yeah? Don’t mind me. I just have to keep up the persona, you know?”

“Being an asshole is a persona?” Mikah asks, and I huff out a laugh.

“It’s fine,” I say to Gerard. “Don’t mind him. He’s had a lot to drink.”

He nods, but glares at Mikah.

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