Josh takes his phone back. His eyes are so intense they could burn the screen.
Time stands still, hovering in nowhere land. You could cut the tension with a knife until Josh sighs, taking a deep breath as he regains his composure, far quicker than I do.
I’m a jittery mess as he turns to face me.
“It’s time,” he says, and clicks the button.
Accept.
He clicked accept.
Oh my fucking God.
“Two weeks,” Josh says. “His availability is two weeks from now. Filming, I guess.” His green eyes meet mine. “Is your calendar free?”
There are more fumbling fingers on my part as Josh’s invite on my app arrives through, and yes. Thank fuck. My calendar is free on the same night!
I throw my arms around Josh’s neck like we just won the lottery. I squeeze him like this is the best day of our lives, because I know he’s feeling it too.
Fuck the taxi, it’s time for another De Chante. We sit right back down at the table and order another bottle.
My eyes are filled with happy tears when we toast this time around, and Josh’s eyes are welled up, too. His smile is so full of heart it makes my tummy lurch.
“To us. All three of us,” my boyfriend says, and my lip trembles as I nod.
“To all three of us,” I wipe a tear from my cheek. “Jesus, Josh, I’m so happy for you. I’m so happy for both of us. And for him as well. For all of us.”
“It’s just like it should be,” he says.
The relief is like magic. Stardust in the air.
We’re going to see Heath again!
I’m just so glad he was brave enough to risk it.
As I look across the table at my gorgeous boyfriend and his gorgeous smile, it’s clear to see why he had the courage though. Josh would be worth risking anything for. He’s one in a million. A billion.
And a tiny, tiny little part of me glows inside. Sparking like a flame as I remember the words in the proposal.
I need to see you. Both of you.
Typhoon of shit, or not, I don’t fucking care.
My heart swells. My cheeks blush. My soul soars.
Because there is no doubt about it. It’s there in black and white.
Josh might be one in a billion, worth risking a typhoon of shit for, but for Heath Mason, the idol dreams are made of, I must be worth it, too.
Both of you.
Josh is right.
It’s just as it should be.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
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