I think it’s time to start ring shopping, because I’m never letting another man experience this.
I help her back into her dress and push the emergency stop to release it, the elevator moving again. When we reach our floor, we walk out of the sliding doors just as Zale and Alessia walk out from the staircase.
“Why are you two coming from the stairs?” Zalea asks.
“The elevator was broken…wait…it’s working again?”
Zale looks past us at the now closing doors, then ever so slowly his attention turns to us and pauses on Zalea’s roughed up hair and my open fly.
“Please,” he says, grabbing onto his stomach. “Don’t tell me you two were banging in the elevator and that’s why it wasn’t working.”
Zalea turns bright right. “O-of course not,” she stutters, but she’s always been a shit liar.
I slowly zip up my fly, trying to go unnoticed, but Zale is watching me like a hawk, angry eyes boring into me.
“You fucked my sister,” he growls, fists curling. “In an elevator?”
I smirk as I stare at him. “I’m also going to fuck her in our bed.”
Zale covers his ears and squeezes his eyes shut. “I’m going to be sick,” he groans, turning his back to us.
Zalea covers her mouth to try and hide her giggle but I catch it and take her hand, leading her toward our room.
“I hope you’re ready for round two,” I whisper in her ear as we unlock our room door and barrel in.
“Areyou sure you don’t want us to just stay until you’re ready to leave?” I ask, arms wrapped around Zalea beside the rental car.
“I’ll be fine, Gabriel,” she says, laughing softly before pressing a kiss to my lips. “I just need to find something inspiring to paint for my assignment. I’ll take a picture of it and head home.”
“But why can’t we just wait?” I mutter, struggling to hide my pout. I hate every second she isn’t within reach.
“Because you two are unbelievably distracting,” she teases, jerking her head toward the other side of the car.
Zale is leaning against the passenger door, saying bye to Alessia by basically inhaling her face. It’s disgusting and unnecessary, but she seems to love it.
I sigh. “Promise you’ll be back home tonight?”
I hold out my pinky and she stares at it, eyebrows jumping up. “I can’t remember the last time we made a pinky promise,” she murmurs, looping her finger through mine. “I promise.”
I tug her closer and kiss her until we run out of breath, then rest my forehead against hers.
“Four more months,” I whisper.
She pulls back slightly. “What’s in four months?”
“Your birthday,” I say. “And if you don’t run off with another man before then, you’re officially all mine. Pact rules.”
Zalea’s head tips back, and she laughs so hard tears begin to pool at the corner of her eyes. I can’t remember the last time I saw her this happy.
“Gabriel,” she says once she catches her breath. “I’m already all yours. There is no other man.”
I already knew that, but hearing the confirmation come directly from her warms something in my chest.
“Alright, lovebirds,” Zale interrupts, waving as Alessia disappears down the street. “As much as I’d love to stand and watch you two chit chat, I’d like to get this drive with Grandpa Gabriel over with.”
Zalea snorts. “You’re just bored now that your girlfriend for the night is gone.”
“That too,” he admits, climbing into the passenger seat. “See you back at the apartment, sis?”
