“Riot—”
“I think I’m—” he interrupted me in a voice that sounded as if he might have surprised even himself. “I think I might—”
“Riot,” I said again. “You don’t have to say it.”
He considered it for a moment as we danced. Finally, he looked me in the eyes.
“No, Aubrey. I know. I love you.” There was no surprise or hesitation in his words this time. “I’m in love with you. Come here.”
He pulled me in closer. I rested my head against his chest, breathing with him. As we rocked together, I closed my eyes and reveled in everything that had just happened. I could hear the whispers start up again, but I didn’t care. I didn’t give a single damn about any of them. My heart was flying high, flying free, with the love of all three of these men. What did any of that gossip matter?
Everything was perfect.
I wished the moment would never, ever end.
