“I did?”
Drunk Nina is smart. I give her an internal high five.
“You don’t remember?”
“No,” I answer warily, not sure if I want to know.
He snickers, shaking his head. “I’m going to go. Do you need anything?”
“You’re leaving?”
My body feels tired, and I have no idea what time it is. This hangover might just be the death of me today.
He frowns, raking his eyes over me. “You want me to stay?”
I shrug. “I have questions.”
“I know that,” he says with pity in his tone.
“Will you answer them?”
“Will you ever trust me without answers?”
“No.” I shake my head vehemently. “I deserve better than that.”
He steps forward, cupping my face in his sprawled hand. I lean into the touch. I have missed him so much these last few days.
How would it feel to miss him forever?
His thumb brushes my cheek as he searches my eyes. “Walk away, my beautiful girl. Please.” Leaning in, he kisses the space between my brows, his soft lips lingering there for a beat before stepping away.
He slips on his shoes, and then he is gone.
* * *
Mase
It’Saturday night and the guys are at my place tonight. Elliot’s neighbour is getting married, and he has been asked to be the best man. Ridiculous if you ask me. The only reason they’re friends is because they go out picking up women together. That and the fact Elliot is game for pretty much fucking anything. It’s why I know the stag he is attempting to plan is going to be an absolute shit show.
They are here to finalise the details, and honestly, if this was my stag, I already know Nina would have my balls.
I let that thought settle. Marriage. I never wanted it before now.
Why would I want a piece of paper that tied me to someone for life? It always seemed like a pointless tradition, but now? Now I would scour the ends of the earth for the last remaining tree if it meant getting that piece of paper. Being with Nina and feeling the contentment she brings, I suppose at some point marriage became inevitable with her. Not an option, just necessary.
“Tits, he loves big tits.”
“Find me a man who doesn’t.” Lance waggles his brows at Elliot over the top of the laptop.
“Lowell, what was the one in Soho called?” Lance asks.
“Vue’s,” I offer.
Vue’s is a high-end strip joint in the West End. It offers some of the best dancers in the city. Again, Nina would have my balls if she heard me say that out loud.
Elliot snaps his finger to Lance. “Write that down. The girls were fucking good in there.”
I sit and peel the sticker off my bottle, thinking about Nina and the look on her face when I left the other morning.
