Page 84 of Game Plan
"You don't need much, just a little touch up," she said. "Here. And there. All right, you'll do." She pointed toward the mirror.
While I admired her work, she brushed my hair and left it to lie over my shoulders.
"Okay, I?—"
The buzz of my phone interrupted her.
Trying to glide like a princess, I walked to my bag and pulled out my phone.
Meet me on the terrace.
That was all it said. It came from Hawk's number.
"I don't know," I said uncertainly. "I'm not sure what's going on here, but it might be a bad idea." Areallybad idea.
"It's a great idea." Grace took my phone and pointed me toward the door. She gave me a shove and stepped back.
I sucked in a breath and swept out the door.
And lost my breath.
While I'd changed, someone had turned on the lights on the terrace. Hundreds and hundreds of tiny little fairy lights. Music played, but I didn't recognise the song until I stepped through the huge doors and out into the evening air.
I tilted my head. Now I recognised it. It was one of the songs that was big the year I finished high school.
One of the songs they would have played at the graduation formal.
"Hey." Hawk stepped out of the shadows. He was dressed in a tuxedo, with a bow tie the same colour as my dress. I'd never seen him look so handsome. And let's face it, hot as hell.
"I heard you didn't go to the formal," he said softly. "Thanks to some jerk. I figured it wasn't too late to fix that."
He moved toward me slowly, a corsage in hand. He held it out and looked at me questioningly.
I tried to speak, but no words came out. What did this mean? Had he forgiven me?
I swallowed deeply and nodded.
He flashed a smile and took my hand. His fingers sent fire through my entire body. He slid the corsage onto my wrist. It was the exact same colour as my dress.
How had he done all of this? Why?
"Would you care to dance?" he asked. He gave me a boyish smile that sent me back to high school, and what might have been then, had things been different.
"I'd love to." I held out my hand.
He took it in his and drew me to him. His other hand went to my hip. We swayed slowly.
"I'm sorry I was a dickhead back then," he whispered. "And I'm sorry I was an asshole the other day. I can see a ball without looking, but I have a harder time seeing an amazing woman right in front of my face. And I overreacted like a dumbass."
I looked him in the face and smiled. Tears welled in my eyes.
"You read the blog post?" I asked. My heart pounded so fast I could hardly think.
"Yeah, I did. You're right, I need to talk about it. More than that, I need to talk toyou. I need to tell you how I feel. Not just today, but every day. Every single day, forever."
Tears spilled over then. He leaned in and kissed them off my cheeks.
"I love you, Becca," he said, his voice clear and firm.
"Are you sure?" I asked without thinking.
He chuckled. "I've never been so sure about anything in my life. You are my—everything."
"I love you too," I said, and let the tears flow. Happy ones this time.
"Now and forever," he said softly, and lowered his mouth to mine.
