“He did.”
“And I’m moving there.”
“We are.”
“Holy shit.” I open my eyes. “Riley, what did I do?”
“You told him how you feel. You decided your future.” She grins. “You were actually pretty badass.”
“I was drunk.”
“Also, true. But, babe, you meant every word. Drunk or not, that was all real.”
My phone buzzes.
JAX: Good morning, princess. How’s the head?
My heart does that stupid flipping thing.
SLOANE: I’m dying. Tequila was a mistake.
JAX: But the phone call wasn’t?
SLOANE: I’m so sorry about that. I didn’t mean to drunk dial and word vomit all over you.
JAX: Don’t apologize. That was the best phone call I’ve ever gotten. Drunk or not.
SLOANE: I meant what I said. Just wish I’d said it sober.
JAX: Then say it again. Right now. Sober.
I stare at my phone, my hands shaking.
Riley is watching me. “What’s he saying?”
“He wants me to say it again. Sober.”
“So, say it,” she urges.
“What if …”
“No what ifs. You love him. He loves you. Just say it,” she yells at me.
I take a shaky breath and type.
SLOANE: I love you. I’m in love with you. And I’m terrified but also sure about this. About us. About moving there and seeing where this goes.
His response comes immediately.
JAX: I love you too. So, fucking much. When can I see you?
My heart races.
SLOANE: Soon. I promise.
JAX: How soon?
I look at Riley. “What day is it?”
