She giggles, her tits jiggling. “Damn right we are.”
Sucking my neck, she leaves a sweet little hickey just above my collarbone, and I hold her tight, loving her with every ounce of me.
CHAPTER 41
DANI
He loves me.
Tyrell Jackson loves me.
And my heart hasn’t stopped singing since he whispered the words. At first, it was a shock. And he so obviously didn’t mean to say it then, but the second and third time… I felt those words all the way to my core.
When he’s inside me like that, filling me body, mind, and soul, it’s hard to think straight.
He’s really good at the sex thing, and the fact that I get to enjoy his body the way I do is a privilege.
And now he loves me as well.
Which is like… wow.
So why haven’t you said it back?
I’m not sure. Maybe because theI love you toothing can sound kind of weak sometimes, like I’m only saying it because he did. Or maybe it’s because I’ve only ever said those words to one man before, and saying them to Tyrell will shift out relationship in a really big way.
You’re moving to Dallas with him!my brain argues.
Only for the summer!
I snap my eyes shut, begging the two sides of my brain to be quiet.
He loves me. Why can’t I just focus on that… and how good it felt when he flipped me over, looked me right in the eye, and said those words like he meant them.
Because hedoesmean them!
I go still, staring at my reflection in the bedroom mirror as I smooth down my dress. Tobin picked it out for me, spewing clothes all over my bed as he tried to find the perfect thing to wear for this graduation party I’m going to with Tyrell and all his friends. It’s at some massive house off campus, and I think I want to go, but I’m not really sure.
Atlas and I used to go to parties all the time, but I was put off them after his OD nightmare.
This will be my first party like that since then, and I will be glued to Tyrell’s side. Of this, I am sure.
He loves me.
The words swirl through me again, and I smile at myself.
He’s a safe bet.
No, more than that… he’s a grand prize.
He’s sweet and sexy, and kind and good.
“He’s so good,” I whisper. And I’m lucky to have his love.
Which is why, after the party tonight, I’m going to invite him back here, and as we drift off to sleep in each other’s arms, I’m going to tell him.
Because I do love Tyrell Jackson.
I probably always have. First in a sisterly, “you’re my boyfriend’s bestie” kind of way… but it’s shifted now.
