Keeping my forehead pressed to hers, our labored breath mingling, I gave her my answer. “I will most certainly give you a second chance. A third and fourth and a millionth if needed. You’re it for me, Amelia. You forever hold my heart and if you hadn’t unfriended me, I would have stayed single forever, pining away for you like a sad sack. But this? You loving me back? This is what my dreams are made of.”
The worry left her eyes and she grabbed my neck to kiss me again. “God, I love you. And what did you do to your hair?” she said against my mouth minutes later.
I trailed my lips against her jawline before taking the time to answer. “Stupid dare.”
She flinched and I realized what I’d said.
“No. Not Douchebag. Bain and the guys dared me to shave my head. So I did.” I lifted a shoulder. “And some other things.”
Amelia let out a whoosh of air. “Okay, good. I mean, I hated the mullet, but it kind of grew on me.” Her voice lowered, stirring my blood. “Gave me something to hang on to when you drove me wild with that tongue.”
Fuck. I was going to embarrass myself in front of whomever was still hanging around. Jeans these days weren’t made with enough extra material to cover erections. I grabbed her hand and yanked her behind me. The crowd had dispersed, leaving only our circle of friends, but I had no time for them either. I needed Amelia.
Somebody let out a wolf whistle, probably Rip, the asshole. I flipped him the middle finger and kept marching on. My truck seemed like a mile away. I just needed to get Amelia alone. The last two weeks had felt like an eternity and I just knew getting inside Amelia would soothe this desperation that clawed at me.
The second we hit the driver’s side of my truck, I wrenched the door open and tossed Amelia in. She giggled the whole way, scooting over just enough for me to fit behind the wheel. I fired up the truck and left a strip of rubber on the street tearing out of there and back to the house I shared with Rip. Or anywhere with some goddamn privacy.
“They all know we’re going back to your house to have sex, you know,” she said between giggles.
I shot her a look, making up my mind. “They’d be wrong. We’re going out to the coast. There’s a sea cave with our name on it and we’re getting our second chance.”
“Ooh,” she cooed. “I hope the rock won’t scrape my new tattoo.”
My head whipped over. “New tattoo?”
Her eyes lit up and the devil came to visit, a look I was all too familiar with when it came to Amelia. She got up on her knees and swiveled her gorgeous ass in my direction. Next thing I knew, her yoga pants were rolled down and all that flesh I wanted to savor like a fine wine was exposed.
And then I saw it.
My name in a scroll font and a red heart over the I.
Amelia got my name tattooed on her ass.
I yanked the wheel, realizing belatedly I’d almost run us off the road. She pulled her pants back up and had a seat, a shit-eating grin on her face. I tossed my head back and laughed.
Poppy was right. Life would definitely be fun with Amelia by my side.
26
Amelia
I had a scrape on the back of my shoulder that Titus had apologized for approximately fifty times since coming back to my hotel room from the sea cave. I, on the other hand, wore it like a badge of honor. I’d gotten my man so excited he’d let go, driving into me so forcefully, he made us both see stars. I hadn’t even felt the pain of a rock gauging into my back until the next morning.
We slept entangled in each other, sleeping surprisingly well. You’d think we would have been at it all night, too consumed with our renewed passion to think of anything else, but neither of us had been sleeping since we broke up. Our heads hit the pillows and we were out until the sun was high in the sky. I called in sick, not at all a shocker to my staff who’d already heard about my very public proposal slash groveling the day prior. We’d only woken and gotten out of bed because of a knock at my door around ten. Titus threw on pants and opened the door to find a basket of edible goodies.
He brought the basket inside the room and I ducked under his arm to see who it was from. A tiny square card lay atop a feast of freshly baked bread, cheese, fruit, and a bottle of champagne.
We’re all so happy for you.
B&L, J&L, C&F, H, & R
PS-don’t worry, I didn’t do any of the baking. Hazel : )
“Oh my God!”
We both laughed at our silly, thoughtful friends and brought the basket to the bed. My stomach let out a rumble that couldn’t be denied. We dug in, suddenly starving and appreciative of the room service.
“I need to talk to Wayne about adding a la carte room service to our list of services.” I popped a grape in my mouth and took in the long length of Titus stretched out on my bed right where he belonged.
My phone dinged and I checked it quickly.
Lenora: Her name’s Megan Lizzarro. Don’t ask me how I found out. Did a quick Google search and she’s an exec with a big builder in San Jose. If you’re reading this, shame on you! Get back to that hottie of yours.
I snorted and put the phone away. I knew I could count on Lenora to get the scoop. Plenty of time for