She nodded, then took off with Isach. I truly hoped they could work things out. Maybe things would finally go back to normal, and we could all move forward. It would suck big time if Isach wasn’t able to associate with us during prom and graduation and our wedding. He really needed to be around for that.
“Okay, that wasn’t totally weird,” Whitney said once Isach and Abby were out of earshot.
“It was sweet,” I said with a shrug. “Isach loves her, and he’s finally fighting for her. Isn’t that what every girl wants? A guy who will move heaven and earth for her?”
“Ugh.” Whitney rolled her eyes. “Of course you’d say that. This one”—she jerked her head in Trent’s direction—”has totally given you an unrealistic expectation of relationships. He’s sickeningly romantic all the time. It’s exhausting.”
I laughed and rested my head on Trent’s shoulder. “I happen to like it. A lot.”
“Good.” Trent lifted my chin and pressed his lips to mine. “Because I have no intentions of stopping any time soon.”
My heart fluttered at his promise.
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE:
Prom
I SLIPPED MY ACHING FEET OUT of my heels and propped my feet on Trent’s lap. He gave me a knowing smile, leaned over, and gave me a quick kiss.
“We finally did it,” he whispered. “I took you to prom.”
I laughed—I’d been doing a lot of that tonight—and nudged his leg with my foot. “Took you long enough,” I teased.
Tonight had been, by far, one of the best nights of my life. Trent had rented a limo for all of us, and he’d invited everyone to his father’s cabin for an after-prom party and sleepover. Of course, our parents all thought we were staying at Whitney’s.
I hadn’t been back to the cabin since the weekend Trent and I had spent there. While that had been great, there were still a lot of painful memories of that place.
Trent dragged his hand up my leg, then back down, snapping me from my thoughts. Whatever happened at that cabin was in the past. Trent and I had a fresh start now, and things had never been better between us. That’s what I was going to focus on.
“You okay?” he asked.
I smiled. “Yeah, just tired.”
Prom was almost over, which meant I’d been dancing on and off for almost four hours. I was so ready to change into something more comfortable and spend the rest of the night chilling with my friends.
“Chloe, c’mon!” Abby rushed over to me, grabbed my hands, and yanked me to my feet. “This is the last song of the night. You have to come dance with us.” Her face was flushed with excitement.
“My feet are killing me,” I complained.
Abby glanced down. “So, leave your shoes off. I did.” She lifted the hem of her dress and stuck out her leg. Sure enough, her foot was bare.
I laughed. “Give me a second.” I sat on Trent’s lap, wrapped my arms around his neck, and planted a kiss on his lips. “I’ll be back,” I said.
“I’ll be here waiting for you,” he said, his gaze heated.
My heart stuttered as I stood and let Abby drag me onto the dance floor. Ellie squealed when she saw me, and Whitney nearly crushed us in a group hug. Flinging my arms in the air, I whooped and shook my hips.
When the song ended, the lights came on, and a chorus of groans, “boo,” and “one more song” echoed throughout the room. As much fun as I’d been having, I was ready to get out of here.
Hand in hand with Trent, we walked outside to find the limo waiting near the curb. Our driver was standing near the back door, waiting. Me, Trent, Ellie, Nick, Luke, Whitney, Abby, Isach, Jax, and Wyatt piled inside.
I looped my arm through Trent’s and rested my head on his shoulder. The drive to the cabin would take a little less than an hour, and my plan was to catch a quick nap. Though, once the car pulled away, I was suddenly very wide awake. So was everyone else.
“That was so much fun,” Ellie said. “I’m sad it’s over. I mean, I’m sure the after party is going to be just as much fun, but that was literally the last prom any of us will ever go to, and that’s sad, y’know? This could be the last time all of us are together like this.”
“We still have senior trip,” Nick said, nudging her with his shoulder.
“And graduation,” I added.
Ellie sighed. “True. Still. I can’t believe everything is ending. Seems like the year just started.”
“Okay, enough with the sad stuff,” Whitney said. “We’re supposed to be having fun tonight.”
“Sorry.” Ellie giggled.
Trent brushed a tender kiss across my forehead, and I tightened my hold on his arm. Tonight couldn’t have been more perfect, and I was so grateful I’d been able to experience this with him.
Excited chatter filled the car, making the drive seem a lot shorter, and soon, the limo pulled into the driveway.
“Holy crap,” Ellie said, eyes wide. “This is where we’re staying tonight?”
“Yup,” Jax said, his gaze lingering on me for a moment before he climbed out of the car.
Trent and I were the last two out of the limo. Threading our fingers, Trent gave my hand a squeeze. “You okay?”
I nodded. “Yeah.”
He brought my hand to his lips and kissed my knuckles.
Jax unlocked the door, and everyone filed inside. Even from where I now stood on the porch, I could hear their excited squeals and sincere praise of the interior.
“The room to the far left at top of the stairs is taken,” Trent said, garnering everyone’s attention. “But the rest of the rooms are free.”
Everyone scattered to claim their rooms, and I laughed. My gaze wandered around the cabin and rested on floor in front of the fireplace. That was where we’d made love. Multiple times. My face heated at that memory.
“Come here. I want to show you something,” Trent said.
I expected him to take me upstairs, but
