Page 262 of Iced Up Love: Part Two
“We belong to you,” he murmurs.
Something in my chest tightens at that.
My gaze flicks briefly to Elijah.
“I don’t think public groping is exactly acceptable,” I say lightly, even though my voice is softer now.
Elijah steps in close behind me.
Close enough that I feel the heat of him.
His hand slides to the back of my neck, steady, controlled, and he turns my head slightly before leaning in and pressing a kiss to my lips.
Slow.
Deliberate.
Not rushed.
Not distant either.
Just… measured.
“If anyone has a problem with it,” he murmurs against my mouth, “they can take it up with me.”
A shiver runs through me.
God.
“Are you ready?” Zach asks softly.
I nod.
“I’m ready.”
The drive there is quiet. My hand rests in Elijah’s, his thumb moving slowly over my skin in absent strokes that keep me anchored, even while my thoughts flicker between nerves and anticipation.
When we pull up, I see it immediately. The estate. Wide. Elegant. Old in that way that feels intentional rather than dated.
And the media. Not overwhelming. But enough. The carpet is already laid out, cameras waiting, lenses turning toward the car as soon as we stop.
My stomach tightens.
This is real.
This is happening.
Before the door opens, Jackson looks at me.
“This is it,” he says quietly. “If you’re not sure—”
“I am,” I cut in softly.
I meet his gaze. Then Zach’s. Then Elijah’s.
“I want this,” I say. “With all of you.”
Something settles between us. Elijah’s hand tightens slightly around mine.
