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She looks at me like she sees the same future that I do.
“I was serious about you staying. I don’t want you to leave until we know if there is something real between us.”
“I’m staying,” she confirms. “I’ve already made arrangements. I have credit for my flight and can rebook when I need to.”
Scarlett falls forward, wrapping her arms around my neck and capturing my lips. Her hair falls around my face as we get lost in the moment.
“I’ve never met anyone like you,” I admit.
Scarlett holds my gaze for a moment, and the teasing in her expression softens into something more thoughtful. Her fingerstrail down my jaw, coming to rest against my chest. “Same. I think that’s why you intrigue me so much. It’s different.”
“Good, different?” I question as she rubs her nose against mine.
“Wonderful,” she whispers. “Because I know you’re not faking it.”
She quickly searches my face, as if looking for cracks, for something to doubt, but finds nothing. Her mouth curves into a devious smile. “If you hurt me, the entire world will know.”
“If I hurt you, I’ll happily take what comes with that. The risk is worth the reward,” I tell her truthfully, studying her pretty face. “I’m not afraid to fall, Scarlett.”
She runs her fingers through my hair before meeting my eyes. “I’m not, either. It’s the landing that always frightens me.”
CHAPTER 19
SCARLETT
My hand rests lightly on Ezra’s chest, and beneath my palm, his heartbeat is strong and steady. It feels like a promise, a reassurance I didn’t realize I needed until right now.
“I’ll catch you,” he says, grinning up at me. “I promise. My word is my heart. No regrets.”
“No regrets,” I reply with a nod. Emotion swells in my throat, and I nod again, blinking through the unexpected sting in my eyes.
The air between us shifts, weighted with honesty and possibility, and my breath catches as Ezra closes the space further. His lips brush against mine, gentle yet sure, sealing our silent agreement. When we break apart, I laugh quietly, my breath trembling.
“How do you do that?” I whisper.
“What?” He stands, drawing me up with him. His fingers curl around mine.
“Sweep me off my feet,” I tell him, standing.
Seconds later, he lifts me in his arms, our towels still wrapped around us, as he carries me down the stairs. I run my fingers through the hair at the base of his neck. “I’m so lucky.”
He tries to hold back a grin. “Stop.”
“Or what? You’ll take me back upstairs and make me?” I ask as he walks into the kitchen, then sets my ass on his counter, right next to a white box. “Ooh, what’s that?”
Ezra smiles and leans casually against the counter, his eyes bright with anticipation. “Open it.”
Curiosity builds as I lift the lid, seeing a homemade pecan pie inside. My mouth instantly waters when I smell the sugar. “Oh my. This looks so good.”
Ezra grabs a fork, and as I reach for it, he pulls it away. “Careful. Millie put a love potion in it.”
He holds out the fork, and I take it.
“Your decision,” he says playfully, with a shrug. “But don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
I cut into it, scooping a bite onto the end of the utensil, and hold it up for Ezra. “If I’m getting love spelled, so are you.”
He meets my eyes, leaning forward, and I place the bite into his mouth. His eyes don’t leave mine as he chews. “Mm. I think it worked.”
