Page 43 of The Comeback

“Yes.” All laughter stops, and my eyes widen.

“I’m falling in love with you.”

“Holy cow.” I swallow. “I thought I was the only one feeling that way.”

“Well, you’re not.”

I run my hands up his chest. “I’m falling in love with you, too.”

When his lips land on mine, the world tips on its axis. I wasn’t going to fall for a football player. This wasn’t the time for him to begin a relationship. But neither of those things matter. We’re right where we belong–in each other’s arms.

Chapter Twenty-Two

The Next Night

Charlotte

When we step into the restaurant, I survey the space, searching for anyone who resembles Weston and Piper or Piper herself. After last night, I’m half afraid to meet his mom. The entire crazy-ass, against the door, sex thing is forever burned into my brain.

If they came back even a few minutes early, they heard things they never wanted to experience. At least not from their son and brother.

He leans down and whispers, “I told you, they were gone last night until late.”

“You’d better hope so.”

“Doll.” He slings his arm over my shoulders. “You didn’t care who was listening when it was happening. Why worry now?”

“Be quiet.” I elbow him in the side as Piper waves from a table across the room. He’s not wrong. At the time, I wouldn’t have stopped him if the hotel was on fire. But now…. I shudder. Now, I’m opening the door and looking both ways before stepping out of the room.

The one time I was going to get ice and the couple across the hall opened their door at the same time. I don’t know which one of us was more embarrassed. We both slammed our doors shut.

He kisses the top of my head. “Being quiet is overrated.”

That ain’t no lie. The things he does to me. I shudder.

As we near, the woman with Piper spins around in her seat. When she sees us, she jumps out of her chair. “Hello, son.” Her eyes twinkle as she walks over to us and opens her arms. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Well, if she heard us, she’s clearly going to pretend she didn’t.

“It’s wonderful to meet you, as well.” I return her embrace and smile at Piper. “Hey.”

“Hi.” She nods and fiddles with the menu. Once again, she’s wearing a black T-shirt and jeans. In the darkened restaurant, she blends into the woodwork.

“My name is Andrea, and you must be Charlotte.” She holds my upper arms in her hands. “You are such a beautiful girl.” Her gaze darts to Weston. “Isn’t she?”

“Yes, mom, she’s beautiful.”

“Ahhhh….” She steps back and clutches one hand to her chest. “This is so perfect. You two look stunning together.” She pushes us toward the table. “Join us. I want to learn everything about you. Weston has been tight-lipped so far.”

He’s not been the least bit tightlipped. I stifle a giggle and instantly wipe the grin from my face.

“I’m going to be sick.” Piper rolls her eyes and shoves the menu in front of her face as we settle in next to each other.

“Keep your mouth shut, young lady. You aren’t running this one off.”

Piper shoves the menu down and glares at her mom. “I didn’t run the last one off.”

“I didn’t say you did.” She glances around to see if anyone is listening to our conversation. “But one of us should have. That woman was an obnoxious, entitled twit.”

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