But I wanted to appear supportive for Scarlett. I didn’t want her not going because of me, because that seemed like the sort of selfless bullshit she’d try to pull. As much as she fought back, she was devoted to a fault. Even after we made her life hell, she stuck by us, but I wouldn’t make her do that anymore.
“Oh really?” I asked, hoping my voice didn’t betray how relieved I felt.
“Really. I...I got into the University of Denver for their Gymnastics program. They want me to come six weeks early to start training, but I’m in, Rogue. I’m actually in!” she grinned, too excited to keep herself from bouncing on her toes. It was cute as fuck.
I wrapped her in a hug, hating the poofy dress that she wore and how it put unnecessary inches between us. “That’s great, baby. I’m so proud of you.”
She shivered at my pet name for her and I had to hold back a groan. She might have said that she loved the twisted shit we do in the bedroom, but she liked the sentimental stuff, too. And I loved her enough to give her both.
When she pulled back, there were tears in her eyes, and I couldn’t decide if they were happy or sad. “I just...we never talked about this, but I really want to go…” Ah, so there was the reason she looked so anxious. Maybe I was fucked up, but it felt good seeing her all distraught over losing me. “I mean, there’s no guarantee that I’ll go far in gymnastics. I mean, I’m already almost too old, and then my injuries set me back. But they have a good physical therapy program, so I’m thinking about majoring in that too. After everything with Bonham, it’s been something I’ve been more interested in. And the campus is beautiful, or at least from the pictures that I’ve seen online. It’s not too long of a flight and even though I’ll be practicing a ton, I could still visit on the weekends or—”
I shut her up again with a searing kiss, one that burned my body to hers. I wrapped my hand in her hair and pulled it out of the intricate updo, letting the waves fall around her face as we kissed. I pressed her against the wall, pouring every feeling I had into my touch, into my stroking tongue. She was mine, and I wanted to show it. She moaned into my mouth, and I tore myself away. I didn’t want any of those perverted assholes listening to a sound that belonged only to me.
Pulling away, I cupped her makeup-caked face in my palms and smiled at the dazed look in her eyes. “How about I take you home right now and let you persuade me to move to Denver with you?” I grinned wickedly.
Her lips tilted up even as her brown eyes shone with ecstatic mischief. “I don’t know. I think I’d rather fight you on it.”
I reached around and spanked her ass. “That’s my girl.”
She smacked my ass in return and rushed out of the alcove before I could catch her. Spinning around again with a laugh, she crooked a finger impishly. “Come on, Rogue Kelly. Show me what you got.”
Shooting my arm out, I snagged her and picked her up bridal style, then strode through the ballroom without giving a single fuck. People gasped and pointed and clutched their pearls. But Scarlett laughed and let me steal her away. She was the only person I cared about. “I got you, Scar. That’s what I got.”
She smiled. “I got you too, Rogue.”
THE END
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A Note From The Authors
CJ: Hey. So like, we wrote a book.
Raven: Dude! I know. Weird, right?
CJ: I don’t know what we should say for the author’s note.
Raven: Should we say something super witty?
CJ: Something that shows how how cool we are.
Raven: Right. That should be easy, right? We’re totally hilarious. And cool. Ish.
CJ: YES. And how we have the romance of the century.
Raven: Or at the very least a solid decade.
CJ: Done. Oh! Let’s add a meaningful basic bitch quote, too.
Raven: Good idea! We are team #basicbitch after all. Oh! I forgot to tell you, I bought new leggings today.
CJ: Yaaas. Do they feel like you’re not wearing any pants? Cause those are the best.
Raven: You just get me. Okay, how about I just tell them how freaking amazingly talented you are and how much fun I had writing this with you?
CJ: Annnnnd I’ll tell them that you’re good in bed and the fucking greatest person ever. Oh! And I’ll write a seven thousand word essay about your incredible talent as an author.
Raven: Seven thousand? Hmm I wrote a 10k one on your freakish ability to read faster than the speed of light.
CJ: Now you’re just trying to show off. 10k?!
Raven: What can I say? I’ve been cora’d.
CJ: