Page 60 of Torrid Little Passion

God, these two are so in love with each other I'm not sure who fell harder.

"Maybe it's just better if they're together. If they make each other happy."

"Even if they fight? Even if one of them is overly eager and the other doesn't know how to communicate?"

Are they talking about me and Mya? Because it kind of feels like it. I have no idea how to tell her what I'm feeling. I'm afraid to be honest with her. I'm also the overly eager one.

"People who love each other fight. They disagree. They shut each other out. When you love someone, it's always better to be miserable together than apart."

Julian sweeps Piper into his arms and as they dance, I watch their interaction. The way they stare into each other’s eyes. The effortless smiles on their faces. I swear I hear wedding bells sound somewhere in the distance. That's saying a lot since I didn't hear them with Willow and Finn, and those two have been disgustingly in love for even longer than Julian and Piper.

Julian glances at me over his shoulder as he heads toward the house with Piper, and I know what he's trying to tell me without saying the words.

"Stand down, men," I holler unnecessarily. All our friends are standing close, watching Julian and Piper stake their claim on each other. Finally. After all these years. "Our man has won the battle. There will be no need to provide the entertainment this evening."

Which is great because that means I can leave earlier than I planned. Though, judging by the way they're rushing toward the house, I can't go home. Not anytime soon. Unless I want to hear them make up for lost time.

Which I don't.

I wait for everyone to go back to what they were doing. Once their attention is focused elsewhere, I take my leave, slipping around the front of the house. I'm halfway down the block, my motorcycle in sight, when I hear the distinct sound of heels clacking against the pavement.

When I get to my bike, I reach into the backpack to pull out her helmet, but it's not where I normally keep it. I turn around, and Mya already has the helmet dangling from her fingertips.

"Where'd you get that?" I ask, nodding to the helmet.

"I borrowed it from a friend."

"A friend, huh?"

"Yeah. I was kind of hoping he might help break me out of here."

"Not enjoying your party?"

Mya doesn't respond. Removing her bunny ears, she drops them to the ground and fits the helmet to her head, adjusting the strap the way I showed her the very first day.

"You're going to freeze without pants," I state, my eyes traveling the length of her body, slowly, enjoying every glorious inch of her that's on display.

"I'll just have to sit a little closer to you then."

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