Page 125 of Spin The Bottle
She points to the ground, outside of the small flower boutique, at the basket filled with ten other smaller plants. “In there.”
Whatever my girl wants, she gets. I take the plant from her, placing it in the basket with the others. “You’re lucky I love you,” I say, brushing strands of that chocolate brown hair out of her face. I’m lying though, I’m the lucky one. So fucking lucky to have found her. I lean in to kiss her forehead. I can’t seem to stop kissing her, looking at her, thanking every God there is that she forgave me and loves me.
“Yeah?” She smiles, her eyes shining at me. “Say it again.”
I’ll say it a million times if necessary. “I love you,” I whisper against her lips.
“Hmm,” she hums. “That sounds so good coming from your mouth.”
“It would sound even better coming from yours.” I love hearing her say those three little words that make my heart skip every time.
She lifts her eyes, looking at me through her eyelashes. “I love you, Aiden Pierce. All of you. Every part, even the annoying ones.”
“Annoying?” I ask her, amused.
She nods. “Like when you snore.”
I scoff. “I do not snore.”
“You do,” she says, scrunching her nose. “It’s so unattractive, I should have known that before I slept with you.”
I shake my head, leaning into her. “Too fucking late. I’m never letting you go.” The second our lips meet she melts into me, wrapping her arms around me, her fingers tangling in my hair. I love her so much my heart feels like it’s about to burst.
“Leila?”
We pull back, Leila’s head snapping up, staring behind me. Her eyes widen, a smile sprouting on her face which makes me frown as I turn around, seeing who belongs to the deep voice that seems to make my girlfriend smile.
My eyes trail down his clothes that look like they were tailor made, his curly brown hair complimenting his tan skin. He rubs a hand over his trimmed beard, making him look manly as fuck. Holy shit. This man is handsome. I hate him.
“Lucas?” Leila says, walking right past me and pulling him in for a hug. Who the hell is this guy and why is he touching my girl? “What are you doing here?” Leila asks him, pulling back from their embrace that lasted way too fucking long.
He smiles down at her. “I was just buying some flowers for my mom’s birthday. I didn’t want to tell you until it happened, but I moved back home,” he says. “I changed agents.” Fuck, he’s a model. Of course he is.
“No way,” my girlfriend says, sounding way too excited. “So I’ll get to see you more often?”
The fuck she will. I take a step closer to her, wrapping my hand around her waist and pull her into me, staring down at this asshole, showing him that she’s mine. All fucking mine. “Who’s this?” I ask, lifting my chin at him.
“This is Lucas,” she says. “He’s a model, we work for the same agency.” She laughs. My eyes widen. He’s making her laugh now? Absolutely not. “Well, not anymore, I guess.”
“And this is?” Lucas asks Leila.
“Aiden.” I tighten my hold on Leila’s waist. “Her boyfriend.”
His eyebrows shoot up. “Boyfriend?” He shakes his head. “Well, congrats to you both.” When he notices my frown, or glare, maybe both, he holds his hands up. “Listen man, you have nothing to worry about. We’re just friends, we have been since she was modeling in Barbie pajamas.” He grins at Leila, and even though he just gave me a whole spiel about being friends, I can’t help it… I’m jealous.
She laughs. “I was like ten, give me a break.”
He smiles at her. “It was so nice seeing you, Leila, hopefully we can catch up soon. I’ve got to go.” He leans in, presses a kiss to her cheeks and heads off.
“So, that’s your friend?” I ask her, unable to hide the bite in my tone.
She glances at me, narrowing her eyes. “Don’t be jealous. I’m yours. You have me.”
I blow out a breath at her words, turning to face her and grab onto her face. “I do,” I say, staring down at her green eyes. I grab her hand in mine. “And you have me. My heart is clutched between these fingers right here. You own me.”
She smiles at me, and I’m about to lean in to show my girlfriend how much I love her when I hear a noise.
“What was that?” Leila asks, pulling back, a frown on those pretty lips.
