Chapter Forty-One
Luke
“Fallon!”
This is the third time I have called for her to come out of her bedroom, and she still isn't ready. It’s not that I'm bothered about being late, more that I haven’t seen her in days and I'm desperate to get my fill.
Tonight is my mother's charity gala. I got ready at my place, showering quickly and throwing on my tux, then rushed straight over here in the hopes of seeing my girl, alone. You can only imagine the surprise on my face when I got here to Maya answering the door. All the girls are in her room, helping her to get ready. Why she needs so many hands, I will never know. She is beautiful enough without all the added help. But from all the giggling I can hear coming from behind her door, I know that she is loving every minute of it.
“She’s almost ready,” Blair calls back. “Trust the process.”
I roll my eyes. What bloody process? I have already seen the dress she picked with my mother, what else could there be?
Then the door opens, and I jump to my feet, eagerly waiting to set eyes on my girl. Maya, Blair, and Gracie walk out first, mischievous looks on their faces. What the hell are they up to? But the next moment, I fully understand. My eyes widen as I take her in. Fallon is beautiful on a normal day, but today, fuck, she looks like an angel.
“Baby. You look…” My voice trails off, scrambling to find the right thing to say.
“Lost for words, Loverboy?” Blair smirks, one hand on her hip.
“Doesn’t she look radiant?” Gracie fawns over her, smoothing down a stray curl.
I step closer to her, needing those luscious red lips of hers on mine, when Maya shoots a hand in front of me.
“Uh uh,” she tuts. “No wrecking our masterpiece until after you’ve arrived at the party.”
Fallon laughs, walking over to stand beside me. I can't take my gaze away from her. Her eyes are like deep, ocean blue crystals, the darkness surrounding them making them pop more than usual. She is stunning.
“Let's get out of here before you combust,” Fallon smirks, pulling me towards the door.
“Wait!” Gracie demands, her voice a lot more commanding than I've ever heard. “Don’t you dare leave without me taking a photo.”
Gracie positions us, complaining about the lighting in the room, then snaps a few pictures as if this is our prom night. I’m trying with all my might to contain myself, but all I want is to get Fallon alone.
“Thanks, mum,” Fal winks at her, waving as we leave. “Lock up after yourselves.”
I keep my hands to myself until we're out of her building, but the moment we reach the car, I trap her between the door and my chest.
“Fuck, baby, tonight is going to be fucking torture,” I growl, dipping my head to the crease of her neck. “You even smell like heaven.”
“I wanted to impress you,” she whispers breathlessly.
“You impress me every day, but this,” I signal towards the curve-hugging dress, and the slit that shows most of her leg. “Is torture.”
“I’m glad you like it,” she giggles, pushing me away slightly. “Down boy, I want to make a good impression tonight.”
“Ah fuck it. They love you already.”
She smiles, biting that fucking lip of hers. I groan as I back away and head to my door. Once we’re inside, I take her hand in mine, lacing our fingers over the gear stick. The drive is peaceful, listening to the playlist she made since it'll take us over an hour to get there. We plan tostay the night and spend the following day with my parents. Fallon wanted to book a hotel so we wouldn’t be intruding on their space. I think she's in for a shock when she sees just how much space they have.
“Are you sure they don’t mind us staying over?” She asks again as their gates come into view.
“I promise there is enough room that we don’t even have to see them if we don’t want to,” I laugh. “Stop your worrying.”
“I can't help it. I…”
Her voice trails off as I pull up to the large black gates, driving slowly to the sensor that will recognise my cars reg plate. After only a few seconds, they open automatically. My family home comes into view straight away, the side all lit up like a magical fairy garden with twinkling lights and a marquee set up in the field.
“Luke,” she whispers. I turn to look at her expression, to find one of shock covering her features. Her eyes are saucers, and her mouth is open so wide I'm surprised her jaw isn't on the floor. “What the fuck is this? You grew up here?”
