“I want that nirvana,” she whispers against my cheek.
“Then take it,” I suggest, and I can feel her smiling against my cheek.
“It isn’t that easy.”
“It is,” I say, pulling back to look at her, her sleepy hazel eyes burning into mine. “You just have to ask for it.”
Holding my gaze, she sucks in a deep breath, and I feel like she’s going to ask. My heart starts to pound in my chest, and I can’t seem to catch my breath. I can see it in her eyes. She wants to ask, but then she’s looking away, tucking her face into my neck.
“Maybe one day,” she whispers, and I want to scream in frustration.
But I don’t.
Instead, I wrap my arms tightly around her and kiss her jaw as she cuddles deeper against me. As her breathing slows and she falls asleep, I pray that that one day comes quickly.
Because I don’t think I can hold in my love for her much longer.
“So she’s making me dance at the wedding, like a whole choreographed dance.”
Laughing, I look over at Jude on FaceTime as he leans on his hand while I brush my hair. “Better start watching Dirty Dancing,” I tease and he rolls his eyes.
“Whatever, dude.”
“Just kidding,” I laugh. “That sounds awful.”
“Right?” he says, shaking his head.
“Having to dance with your hot wife and feel her all up. Man, I’d hate to be in your shoes,” I add, and he shrugs, thinking that over for a moment.
“Maybe I need to rethink this,” he says, and I roll my eyes at him. He’s such a dweeb. “Oh, but I did say that if I have to dance, then you and Jace do too.”
Scoffing, I shake my head. “I’m not doing any kind of wedding dance. That shit is wack. Forget it.”
“My thoughts exactly, but she wants to do it,” he groans. “Mom thinks it’s amazing.”
I laugh before reaching for my tie. “Mom is just excited for the wedding, but I’m not doing some dance.”
Letting out a breath, he leans in his chair. “Yeah, okay. You tell Claire that.”
“I will,” I say with a grin. “I’m not scared of her.”
“Sure, you aren’t,” he laughs and I shrug. She isn’t that scary.
“Have y’all even set a date yet?”
Shaking his head, h
e runs his hand through his hair. “No, we are doing that tonight when she gets in.”
“Cool, let me know,” I say, tying my tie.
“Is Mom coming tonight?” he asks, speaking of the Bullies fund raising dinner. We do this every year to celebrate our benefactors and to auction stuff off for all our traveling. It’s always fun, but I have to say, I’m most excited about seeing Baylor all dressed up. It’s been a month since she got hurt, and you wouldn’t be able to tell she even hit her head. She’s been working her ass off and taking names; she’s amazing. She played for only for ten minutes her first game back, but she was out there and rocked it. Scored a goal and everything. Since then, we’ve played five games and won them all. Everyone still guns for her, but she’s worked hard and is taking the hits like a champ. She’s also starting to like running, I think.
Okay, kinda.
Actually, no, she still hates it.
But she likes me and I feel we are solid. We spend most of our time holed up in my room or hers, watching Supernatural between partying with the guys and doing homework. We are still keeping us a secret, but I’m pretty sure everyone knows we are together, except for Coach. He has no clue, and no one has said anything. Even Jace and Markus don’t even tease us anymore; they just accept what we are.