Next year is way past tomorrow. Which means it's not a subject of conversation. Not tonight. "UCLA has a good program."
"But it's not a great program."
"Griff—"
"Yeah?"
"Can we not? Please?" I turn so we're face-to-face. God, he has such gorgeous eyes. They're so dark and full of life. "Not tonight."
He cups the back of my head with his palm. "Why not?"
"It's magic. Tomorrow… I don't know what happens tomorrow. Fuck, Griff, three days ago, I thought I was getting married tomorrow."
"You thought that up until the moment it ended?"
"I don't know." I press my forehead to his chin. "I just… I need tonight to stay magic. I need to kiss you and touch you and fuck you and not worry about the consequences."
"What if I want a tomorrow?"
"Then we discuss it tomorrow." I tilt my head upward, so I can make eye contact. "Can we do that?"
"Live tonight like there's no tomorrow?"
"Exactly."
He presses his lips to mine. Softly, then harder. His lips close around my bottom lip. Then it's the gentle scrape of his teeth.
Fuck, he's a good kisser.
He pulls back with a sigh. "Okay, but you need to know something, Jules—"
"Yeah?"
"I want every fucking tomorrow."
My chest warms. It's not quite a blush and not quite affection. Both. Or maybe something in between. "I—"
"You want the very best of this tower, right?"
A laugh spills from my lips. "Right."
"This way." He leads me to the stairs. The small, curving flight that takes us to the very peak of the tower.
No, that isn't accurate.
The slingshot ride in the middle of the platform is the peak.
It shoots half a dozen thrill seekers up its tracks. They scream as they reach the top, glide back to the bottom, shoot up to the top again and again.
Fuck, that's really high. And really terrifying.
It's been a long, long time since I've been on a roller coaster.
Griffin squeezes my palm. "You can say no."
Yeah, but I don't want to. Tonight is a new Jules. A brave, sexy, dirty Jules who says yes to possibilities.
Okay, maybe that's an overreach, but I still want to do this with him.