“I have this fear. It’s a fear I don’t have a right to have, but it rules me.”
I take his hand in mine. “Okay, what is it? What’s your fear?”
“Losing you.”
I blink in surprise. Why does it seem like the possibility of losing me has been on his mind heavy tonight? Last time we spoke everything was good. “I don’t understand. Why would you lose me?”
“I guess first let me start with my confession. I saw you and Omari out at dinner tonight.”
“You did?”
“Yeah and I hated it. I wanted nothing more than to go in there and pull you away from him. But then I realized I have no right to do that. You and I aren’t exclusive, and you can do whatever you want.”
What I want is the man standing in front of me. No more, no less. “Is that what you want? For us to be exclusive?”
“Yes,” he says with zero hesitation. “I have wanted you and only you since I was twenty-three years old, that hasn’t changed. But I’m notwilling to cross your boundaries to have that. I want to do things right this time around.”
I move the plate of tiramisu to the side and stand from my chair, forcing him to do the same.
“In that case, it might help to know that I went to dinner with Omari strictly as friends because he had legit business questions. It might also help to know that I did make it clear I was seeing someone and that it was serious.”
His eyebrows rise. “You did?”
“I did. Believe it or not, I’m pretty satisfied only dating you.”
He laughs. “Pretty satisfied? That’s all I get?”
I wrap my arms around his neck. “That’s all you get.”
“I’ll take it for now. I hope you know I’m gonna be insufferable from now on, calling myself your man officially.”
“I would expect no less, Moonchaser.”
“Oh, I’m retired from that business.”
“Is that so?”
He smiles. “Yeah, I don’t chase the moon anymore. I only chase storms.”
My heart leaps out of my chest. Sometimes, you meet the right person at the wrong time, but if it’s truly meant to be, it finds its way back around.
He grabs my legs and pulls me up his body, giving me a kiss that touches my soul.
Chapter Thirty
Dani
“YOU GOTTA STOP PACING,BABY. EVERYTHING IS GONNAbe fine.” Micah loops his arms around my waist to stop me from wearing down the floors.
The night of the gala is finally here. Everything we’ve been working toward for months all comes down to this one night, and the nerves are still getting the best of me.
“I know, I just want everything to be perfect.”
“We put our all into this, so it’s going to be perfect. Tanya would be thrilled.”
“You’re right, you’re right.” I take a few steadying breaths to bring myself back to center. Dr. Goode and I have worked through a few new coping mechanisms to get me through panic attacks. I’m learning that there is no one-trick pony that works every single time, so sometimes I have to adjust, but I’m getting better at doing just that.
When the room stops spinning, I can see Micah clearly. He looks too sexy in the suit Daria made for him. “Damn, you look good. Did I say that already?”
