Her best friend might have made a point with her prank-pulling boyfriend this past year that involved the glitter bomb to end all glitter bombs.
Beck’s house was collateral damage, and while Beck and Cooper’s houses are technically neighboring houses, it’s not like they can look out their windows and see each other out here.
Hella impressive glitter bomb.
“But also,” Aspen says, “you should release your album.”
I pull a face.
She squeezes my waist tighter. “When you’re ready.”
I’ll be ready soon.
It’s hard to stay scared of rejection when I’m surrounded by this much love every day. No matter what happens with my album in public, Aspen likes it.
And I had a hell of a good time recording it.
That matters most.
“Hey, hey, look what time it is,” Beck calls.
The space gets instantly brighter with a couple dozen phones getting pulled out to check the time.
Almost midnight.
“Gotta go find my wife,” Levi says.
“You want champagne?” I ask Aspen.
She shakes her head. “Nope. Just you.”
Soon, we’re counting down the seconds.
And then, at the stroke of midnight, I’m kissing the love of my life.
It’s been the best year.
And next year will be even better.
BONUS EPILOGUE
Aspen
There’sno way to describe the thrill of watching the man you love perform on a stage for a sold-out, screaming, cheering, going-crazy crowd, especially when you know how worried he was that no one would like his new sound.
But they love it.
And everything about him says he’s loving it too.
I’m smiling so hard my eyes are watering, and I’d be yelling right along except I have to save my voice for my own show tomorrow.
So instead, as soon as he’s off the stage, I launch myself at him.
He’s hot and sweaty and beaming.
“You were so sexy out there,” I breathe in his ear. “I’m so proud of you.”
He spins me in a circle, laughing. “That was fuckingfun.”
