She smiles. “You’re so sweet, thank you, Liam. Goodness, what a beautiful poem that was. You’re such a gifted writer.”
My cheeks heat. “I don’t know about that.”
She pats my hand. “Don’t talk yourself down. You are so talented. That was one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever heard.”
“She’s right.” Kendall smiles at me. “Your poem blew me away.”
I can’t help but smile. “Thank you.”
The song on the speaker system ends. A slow, romantic tune starts.
Christina looks at us. “I think you two should dance.”
I chuckle. “If you insist.”
I take Kendall’s hand and lead her to the dance floor. I hold her close as we sway to the song.
For a second, all I can do is stare at her. She’s so beautiful, I’m having a hard time breathing.
“You keep staring at me,” she says through an amused smile.
“Can’t help it. You look insanely hot in that dress.”
I grip her hip and rake my gaze along the long black silk that hugs her body.
She chuckles. “I was hoping you’d like it.”
“You could wear a garbage bag and I’d like it.” I lean down and capture her mouth in a kiss.
I groan, wishing I could keep kissing and touching her, but we’re in public and we need to keep this PG.
“You really surprised Aidan and Micah with that poem,” Kendall says as we dance.
I chuckle. “I’ll remember that look on my brother’s face forever.” I drop another kiss to her mouth. “I couldn’t have done it without you.”
She smiles. “All those love poems and books we read together really inspired you, didn’t they?”
“Yeah. And falling in love with you.”
Recognition flashes in her eyes. “You wrote that poem about me?”
I nod. I’m grinning so wide, my cheeks hurt.
“Is this what I have to look forward to now that we’re together? Incredibly romantic poems that make me weak in the knees?” she asks.
“Definitely. And sex. Lots of filthy sex.”
Her head falls back as she laughs. She slides her palm over my chest, where my heart is.
Her stare is bright as she looks at me. “Your heart is pounding.”
I hold her gaze. “More like aching. I feel you in my heart, my soul, my body, my being.”
Her eyes shine with emotion as she beams at me. “I still can’t get over how you wrote a love poem for me.”
“Of course I did. My joy is you, firecracker.”
Epilogue
