Stone sets his mic on the table behind him and clutches Lucy’s hand, who drops her mic, the feedback causing everyone to cover their ears. Stone bends down and picks up the mic thensets it beside his. As he continues to hold on to Lucy’s hand, he basically has to drag her kicking and screaming to the center of the floor.
He grabs her forearms and centers her when she tries to dash away, and then he whispers something in her ear, causing her already reddened face to deepen into a maroon color.
Poor girl.
I get the feeling this man is into her…
And by the looks of him, a natural flirt like my Mason, her romantic heart doesn’t stand a fighting chance.
Unless Prince Finley Andersson sweeps her off her feet first.
Personally, I’m rooting for those two.
The night finally comesto a close. Mason and I each danced one more time at random, and though we danced well, it was nothing like when the two of us danced together.
In fact, we did win the night. Got flowers and crowns to prove it.
As we are assisting with clean up—amarvelousbenefit of knowing one of the hosts—Mason continuously tugs me off into shadowed corners to kiss me. Once everything is packed up and the building cleaned, we all head over to grab a late rooftop dinner at Lake View, courtesy of my very rich boyfriend.
We arrive and are ushered up to the roof. My jaw drops when I walk through the doors and see my parents and Mason’s, already sitting at a table that's been set with white cloth and daisy center pieces. The chaos of the New Years Eve party hosted herehas been long cleaned, but now, there's a new chaos happening as rose petals line the floor and swirl in the light breeze on occasion. It's romantic as heck, and perfect for this holiday I once swore to loathe.
After taking in the scene, I run to hug my mama and dad before turning to greet his parents.
“What are y’all doing here?” I ask.
“We just missed our kids,” Mama says. “And now that the two of you finally came to your senses and got together, we wanted to check in and see how everything was going.”
“Everything is great.” Mason grins, slipping an arm behind my back. I stare at him with stars in my eyes. He doesn’t look surprised at all. In fact, he looks… pleased?
I frown. “What’s really going on here?” His parents shrug with a knowing smile.
Mason laughs and leads me to stand at the edge of the rooftop. We both stare out across the way; the stars shine brightly across an endless night sky… as endless as my love for the man beside me. Whatever is going on, I trust Mason. Something I once thought I’d never be able to say.
“I have a little surprise for you,” he says. Then he walks a short distance to grab his guitar case (not sure how that got here as it wasn’t with him when we arrived).
He pulls out that cherry-red guitar I saw him with when I went to his concert as an act of torture upon myself. The memory doesn’t sting anymore. Instead, it serves as a reminder of how I’ve always loved Mason. I just masked the love in layers upon layers of hate because of how he hurt me.
But that’s all in the past.
Mason strums the guitar, and after getting the right tune, he turns his beautiful eyes upon me and begins to play a song that sounds eerily like “Midnight Mistakes” but different… Joyful?He holds my gaze as he begins to sing the most perfect acoustic country ballad I’ve ever heard.
“Dancing stars
Full moon of possibilities
You’re here in my arms again
This night can never end
Tell me you’ll stay
Forever my saving grace
Karoline Renee
Will you take my last name?”
My heart explodes with happiness as Mason, who had been walking towards me with every line of the song, sets his guitar down and takes a knee. “It’s not finished, but it’s your song. Karoline Renee Wright. Vroom.” He smirks. “Little Ma’am.Happy Valentine’s Day.”
