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“I love the engineering program, actually. It’s awesome, and we’re doing these cool projects with the kids.” It sort of popped out, because ever since I found out about the program, I’d wanted to tell Dane about it.
He grinned down at me, and my skin hummed, and for a moment it felt like nothing bad had happened between us.
Since it had, I debated back and forth with myself for a couple of seconds, then slowly linked my fingers behind his neck. “I might be open to doing some considering.”
Relief softened his features and he moved his lips near my ear. “Whenever you decide, just know that I’m all-in, Megan. I want the boyfriend label, and I want to see you night and day, and I want everyone to know about us. I’m going to work like crazy to be the guy you deserve. I promise we’ll find a way to work out, no matter—” His voice caught and he cleared his throat.
Even though I’d tried to keep up my guard, if he took everything back now, I was going to smack him. Then crumble to the floor and give up boys forever.
He pulled back to look at me in the eye. “No matter what.This time it’s different. I know that it takes a lot to make a relationship work, and I’m willing to do the work. Because this time, it’s you…” He drove his fingers through my hair, cupped the back of my head, and lowered his forehead to mine. “You once said all you wanted was me. If you still feel that way—even a little bit—you have me. All of me, I’m yours.”
My pulse throbbed at my temples and my heart beat like it meant to explode right out of my chest. “I do get this kind of rush, every time we touch.”
His eyebrows drew together, but then he heard the lyrics of the song overhead and grinned. “Do you want to take me home?”
I swallowed and nodded. “Definitely not that interested in taking it slow.”
“I love you so much, Megan Davenport.”
Happiness soared through me, a euphoric haze flooding my system. I reached up and ran my hand down his face, soaking in everything about this moment. “Well good. Because I love you, too, Dane Kowalski.”
He crushed me to him, covering my lips with his as the last notes of the song played out, and people around us cheered—possibly because they wouldn’t have to hear the song again, but nice all the same.
Dane boosted me into his arms, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, losing myself in the kiss, not caring we were making a huge spectacle of ourselves.
“I think I forgot to say ‘Let me kiss you,’” Dane whispered against my lips.
I smiled and hugged him even harder. “Well, the one thing you have over Harry, is that you’re more about doing instead of words.”
As if to prove me right, he kissed me again.
Chapter Forty-Eight
Dane
I swept my tongue inside Megan’s mouth, familiarizing myself with every inch of her, from the taste of her lips, to her curves, to the amazing flying sensation having her in my arms again brought on.
I’d made mistakes and I was far from perfect, but I wasn’t the guy I used to be. Not the one who left the Bronx a couple of years ago, and not the one from last semester. Instead I was the guy who’d learned from all that, and now that I knew the difference between a toxic relationship and one that made you feel like you could take on the world, as long as you were together, I could never settle for anything less. All this time I’d been fighting to be a better person, and it took me a while to realize that I was whenever I was with Megan. Like Hudson pointed out, she saved me right back.
“I was such an idiot to let you go,” I muttered against her lips as I tightened my grip on her. “It’s not a mistake I’ll ever make again, I swear.”
“Good,” she said, and then a mischievous glint hit her eye. “But I think your real mistake was promising to let me be in charge of the music for every minute of the day.”
I didn’t even care—if it meant she was all mine, I’d listen to whatever shitty music she wanted me to.
A throat clearing caught my attention and I turned. Beck and Hudson now had their arms around Lyla and Whitney, and while Beck had helped me and the girls set this entire thing up—after telling me I’d better take good care of her or else—the pained look on his face made it clear he wasn’t quite ready to see my hands splayed across his sister’s ass.
I slowly lowered her to her feet but kept one arm tightly around her so she couldn’t get away.
“I seriously thought you guys were the most masochistic friends for a few minutes there,” Megan said.
“More like we were cheering for you and Dane, as long as he decided to fix everything and never be a dick again.” Vanessa cast me aso don’t make us regret itglare.
“Technically,” I said, “I’ve issued a blanket apology already—”
Megan turned to me, her mouth dropping open.
“But, I plan to be such an awesome boyfriend that I won’t need to make any more. If I start to suck as a boyfriend, you just let me know and I’ll get right on fixing it.”
