Page 26 of Fake Fiancé, Real Wedding
I frown.
“We all get a little loopy sometimes when big emotions are in play,” she says, her words gentle, her eyes holding mine as she pats the woman’s back. “Irecently bolted on a guy without a word when I realized I’d fallen in love with him.”
My heart slams against my ribs.
Love. She loves me.
“Andthen,” she continues, still looking up at me, “I called him a caveman when he thought he was saving me from danger.”
The other woman lifts her head. “I was the danger, wasn’t I?”
With a small shrug, Del smiles. “Yeah.”
“I went a little stalkerish, didn’t I?” the woman mutters. “I’ve been acting like a psycho. And you lost your phone because of me.”
Del lets out a soft chuckle. “I was the one who dropped it, remember?”
The woman grimaces. “Because I scared you. God, I’m so sorry.”
“It’s all good.” Del squeezes her hand. “Big emotions, right?”
“Right.” The woman looks out at the view and sighs. “I’m going to go now, before I start bawling and scare you again. I’ll delete your number from my phone, and I promise I won’t bother you anymore.” She stands, and I take a silent step backward. “Can I still follow you on Instagram though?”
“I hope so.” Del grins. “My next cosplay outfit is going to be amazing!”
The woman turns to leave, and I walk forward, relaxed. Casual. As if only arriving on the scene.
Worry etches her face when she sees me. “I reallyamsorry,” she whispers, ducking her head and hurrying toward the path through the bush.
I watch her until she disappears. Count to five. Don’t move. When I’m convinced she’s not returning, I turn to Del.
She’s kneeling on the bench, arms folded on the backrest, looking at me. “You came to save me?”
I dip my head.
Her eyebrows knit. “A question. And I want an honest answer. There’s too much weirdness in my life right now for bullshit. Did you want me to stay last night because you needed me to be in your room to buy Cloudkiss?”
I shake my head. “I wanted you to stay because the thought of doing this life without you…” My throat tightens. “I wanted you to stay because I’m in love with you.”
She bites her bottom lip. “I see.” She frowns again. “If I asked you to stick around in case I need saving for the rest of my life, would you?”
I dip my head again. “Absolutely.”
“And if I asked you tomarryme?”
I step closer, brushing a strand of hair from her cheek. “I’d say when?”
She feathers her fingers over my chest. “How’s today sound?”
Cupping her jaw, I lower my forehead to hers. “Fucking perfect.”
“Just like you,” she murmurs, fisting my shirtfront and dragging me into a kiss.
Fucking perfect.
Just like her.
Epilogue
