“Teamwork makes the dreamwork,” I countered.
Harrison bobbed his head along to the music. I had a feeling the dream was just beginning.
How we’d managed tonotmake out during the second romantic encore was beyond me.
We’d both been feeling it. I got a little weepy, and Harrison had run his thumb down my cheek to catch a falling tear. We’d shared a secret smile as Scarlet sang about first dances and second chances.
Was this our second chance?
I didn’t stop chattering during the ride back to the hotel, wired with adrenaline, half from post-concert excitement and half from anticipation of what was to come, because by the end of the show, it had felt like a date.
And what usually happened at the end of a date?
By the time we arrived at the hotel, it was late and my adrenaline rush was starting to crash. I was exhausted, but at the same timeI was hopeful something might spark up between us in the last few minutes before we said goodnight.
We slid onto an overcrowded elevator, and when we hit my floor, Harrison exited with me.
“I’m walking you home,” he explained when I gave him a puzzled look.
“Always the gentleman,” I replied. “One never knows what sort of riffraff is roaming the halls in this five-star hotel.”
“You know how I feel about safety,” he said with a wink.
This is it, this is it, this is it, I chanted to myself as we got closer to my door. This was the part where he’d sweep me into his arms, carry me across the threshold, and have his wicked way with me.
My heart hammered. I needed to act surprised when he finally kissed me, but not unhappy about it. I didn’t want to give him the chance to think twice about doing it.
“And here we are,” Harrison said once we arrived at room 1143. He handed over the $125 Scarlet Rush tour hoodie he’d insisted on buying for me.
“Thank you,” I said, clutching it to my chest. “For an incredible night. I’m still starstruck.”
“I think we both deserved some fun. Been a rough couple of weeks.”
I chuckled and leaned against the door. “Understatement.”
“As for tomorrow, we’re wheels up at nine. No need to worry about breakfast; it’ll be waiting for us.”
“Okay,” I said softly.
Why was he explaining how the morning was going to unfold when he was going to be waking up beside me?
“Meet in the lobby at eight thirty?”
My heart sank. He was serious.
“Sure, yeah,” I said, hoping I didn’t sound as dejected as I felt.
He held my gaze for a beat. “Good night, Gwen.”
“Good night.”
Harrison started to walk away, but Sarah’s words were echoing in my head, about letting fate guide me. It turned out that fate was currently letting me down, so I took matters into my own hands.
“Hey,” I called after him.
He turned to me as I marched over to him.
“You forgot about this part,” I said.
