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“We’re a hot mess,” she says with a laugh.
“That kiss wasn’t a mess,” I say. “It was just hot.”
“It was, wasn’t it?”
She looks adorably bashful, but also ridiculously happy.
I hum and move in toward her. A part of me feels like I’m jaywalking or trespassing. I’ve spent years containing my feelings for Lexi, restraining the urge to touch her, hold her, kiss her. Now I’m free to do all those things, and it’s going to take some time to let myself go without feeling like I’m about to lose everything precious to me when I do.
I override all the inner protests. My brain will catch up with my heart in time. I move toward Lexi and she meets me halfway, wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling me near. I brush my thumb over her lower lip and then my palm rests on her cheek.
“I love you,” I tell her.
“I love you too, Trev. You’re my forever.”
Our mouths connect and I feel this kiss from the tip of my head to the soles of my feet. We have a lot of time to make up for. Maybe I can talk Lexi into calling in sick on Monday so we can spend the day making up for some of the lost time.
Lexi buries her hands in my hair and rakes her fingers along my scalp. And I think Monday won’t be enough. We probably need to take our sick days and vacation, because I need hours and days of this—of her. I pull Lexi into me and we meld as our kiss deepens. When she pulls away, she has a shy smile on her lips.
She hums and rubs her hand down my cheek.
“Let’s get cake and get out of here,” I suggest.
“Who needs cake?” she answers me in a sated voice I’ve only heard her use when she dozed off and I had to wake her.
I’ve never seen this seductive side of Lexi and I like it—a lot.
“Well, we at least need to say goodbye to your sister and our families.”
Lexi relents and we make our way around the room saying goodbye and stopping at the end to congratulate Felicia and Gregg.
Felicia is giddy. She obviously witnessed our kiss.
“Oh, my goodness!” she exclaims. “You two! I always hoped for this. But I thought you were a lost cause. I can’t believe it!”
Lexi beams at Felicia. She hasn’t taken her hand out of mine the whole time we made our rounds to say goodbye to everyone. It’s like she’s afraid if she lets me go, I’ll vanish into thin air. I get it. I feel the same sense of awe and cautiousness.
“Sorry about our kiss on the dance floor,” Lexi says quietly to Felicia. “I didn’t mean to overtake your special day.”
“Are you kidding me?” Felicia asks. “I couldn’t be happier. It’s going to be my favorite wedding gift—you two getting together.”
We say our last goodbyes. Lexi grabs two pieces of cake and plops them into these little to-go boxes Felicia has out on the cake table. Of course, she has themed to-go containers. I take the boxes from Lexi and we walk to my car. I may never stop smiling.
The whole way home, Lexi’s hand rests on my thigh right above the knee.
“You can just keep touching me,” I tease her.
“Oh, I plan to,” she says. “I’m claiming my territory.”
I glance over at her with a question written across my features.
“You know. Megadeth couldn’t keep her hands off you. I’m detoxing you from all that groping.”
“She never owned me, Lexi. You’ve always had my heart.”
She smiles.
When we pull into the driveway I look over at Lexi. “Want to do stars?”
