“God, I’m so sorry, Belle. Can you tell your mom I’m thinking of her? I can have Eleanor stop by, if that would make you feel better. Did you know they had lunch together recently?”
I shake my head. “Mum didn’t mention it. That would be nice if she did. I’ll let you know tomorrow if I head back or not.”
“Okay, whatever you need.”
It’s wonderful that Eleanor and Mum went out together.
Eleanor is Wills’s mum, a badass, strong, independent woman. I think it’ll be good for Mum to hang around her, considering it was hard for her to meet new friends that didn’t know my dad after the affair.
“All right, I hear Mr. Grumpy downstairs calling my name. The girls must have gone down easier for him than I thought. I’ll get going.” She pauses and looks back and forth between where Jack and me are cuddling. “You guys look good together.”
“Sadie,” I scold.
She smirks. “Love you guys, bye.”
And this is why I told Lola to keep it a secret for now. Too many people would be invested in our relationship, and that’s not how I want this to play out.
I want no interference.
If I’m going to take a chance on this, we need to do it without a million voices in our ears.
Jack hugs me closer to his chest. “Hmmm,” he purrs. “We do look good together, don’t we?”
Jackson
It’s been four days since we arrived in Paris, and I’m not wasting another day without Belle as mine.
This past weekend was the icebreaker… Sure, we’ve known each other our whole lives, but once you speak up and cross the line, everything changes. We needed time to adjust.
Our usual flirtation means so much more now.
Yesterday was our first kiss, our firstrealkiss, and today I plan on making it our first date.
I’ve been patient, but I’m done waiting. Finito. Finished.
My dick is also done.
Sleeping pressed up against the sexiest body in the entire world with my arms wrapped around my favorite pair of tits every night is sending my poor guy into a frenzy.
I’ve never had so much restraint in my life.
Nora once told us how Declan was perpetually hard and couldn’t get it down no matter what he did, so I texted him asking if I could die of blue balls.
All I got was the middle-finger emoji.
Declan Buckley… a man of few words.
I have the best night planned, so hopefully I’ll be able to resolve my dilemma down below.
We’re having dinner at her favorite restaurant, one that’s almost impossible to get a reservation at. After that, I have tickets to an underground jazz club, followed by dancing, since that’s usually all she cares about.
She could dance for hours, given the opportunity.
I’ll let her think I’m giving her a choice, but either way, the date is happening; she wants it just as much as I do. So if she’s not going to come right out and say it, I’ll decide for both of us.
The answer is yes, one way or the other.
I crawl onto the bed, climbing in behind her as she naps after her busy morning. More drama is going down with the wedding planner, and she’s trying to handle her without alerting Wills and Sadie—or me, for that matter.
