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He squeezes my hip. “Only one girl for me.”
“Charmer.” I kiss him again before he slides me down and threads our fingers together. “Seriously, though. The whole thing was amazing. From start to finish. You blew me away.”
“And the name…” He chews his lip, almost unsure as she watches for my reaction.
“I don’t even have words to describe what hearing that felt like. You had your pick of names, and you went with Reckless Abandon?” I hold my hand to my head and blow a heavy breath. “Mind. Blown. In the best of ways.”
“It just felt right. You’re as much a part of this as any of us. You know that, right?”
I nod as my stomach twists. It’s all I’ve ever wanted is to be a part of something like this—but there’s that lingering fear. What if I’m not good enough for the pedestal they’ve put me on?
Saint saunters over, clapping Cole on the back, before he turns to me. “Thoughts?”
I purse my lips, tilt my head and hum. “Bit sloppy on the riff at the end there, but not everyone can be perfect.”
He rocks my shoulder before throwing his arm over my shoulder. “Rude. You loved it.”
“I really did,” I tell him. “You were amazing. You all were amazing. The crowd fucking loved it. There’s no going back to the garage now.”
Cole pecks my cheek. “I’m just gonna go chat with Carter. Wait here, okay?”
“I’m not going anywhere.”
He gives me a final glance, fire sparking in his eyes as he drags his gaze over me. “I love you.”
“I love you,” I echo as he strolls backwards.
Saint steers me away from the leaving crowd and toward his best up old green Mazda.
He hops up onto the bonnet, tapping the space beside him. I plant my palms on the cold metal and jump up next to him.
“Everything okay?” he asks, pulling a joint from his pocket, followed by his zippo. He hands it over to me, an unasked question in his eyes. “You were late.”
“Yeah. Just had a bad day.” I light the joint and pull in a slow drag. “You?”
“Just had a bad day.”
I nod. We won’t tell each other more than that. We never do.
“Better now though,” I say as I hand the joint off.
He flicks the burning ash. “Much better.”
The scent of skunk curls around us, smoke wafting through the air. I feel him watching, his all too knowing stare searing my cheeks.
“Promise me something, Rix.”
I hum, playfully. “Depends what it is.”
“Hold onto this." His voice rings out like a plea.
I swallow, watching as Cole saunters out way. His eyes collide with mine and I can feel the love shimmering in the depths.
“Whatever happens,” Saint continues. “Wherever, we go. Promise me you won’t let go of this.”
Theo catches up to Cole, eyes only for Saint and she spots us sitting here.
I clasp his warm hand, weaving our fingers together. “Only if you promise me the same.”
