My heart does a little flip as the song ends and he pulls me back up again. I can’t resist grabbing him by the lapels and pulling him close, crushing my lips against his.
When I pull back to moon at him, he smirks. “You like that move, huh?”
“It’s a pretty slick move,” I reply, nodding.
“I’ve got a few more.”
“You’ll have to show me.”
He takes both of my hands in his, bringing them down to hip-level. “Eventually. I’ve gotta save a couple for our Entourage wedding.”
“I’m starting to think you really believe we’re going to have a wedding every year. I should clarify we are not.”
“Eh, we’ll see.”
I grin, shaking my head. I let go of his hand to reach up and pull his face close to mine, leaning forehead to forehead. His hands go where they belong, right around my waist. “We won’t. I only need to marry you once. There’s no expiration date; I’m yours forever now.”
“Damn right you’re mine now. I tried to tell you that you would be; you should’ve believed me.”
“I’ll never question you again,” I promise.
Sal snorts. “That’s not true.”
Playfully running my hand down his lapel, I shoot him a playful smile. “Well, Morellis aren’t renowned for their honesty.”
Sal shakes his head, reaching out and running a thumb over my bottom lip. “You’re a Castellanos now, remember? We aren’t renowned for giving up.”
“I know one thing I’ll never give up,” I tell him, smiling in preparation for the cornball line I’m prepared to deliver.
Grimacing in false sympathy, Sal says, “You’re gonna say—”
I pull his move and put a hand over his mouth to stop him. I raise my eyebrows sternly to let him know I’ll take no lip, then I move my hand to tenderly cup his jaw. “You.”
Sal shakes his head. “Dork.”
“You love it.”
“I sure do.”
Sal pulls me snugly against his body and I rest my head on his shoulder. As another slow song starts, we take Meg’s advice for once: we dance the night away like the newlyweds we are.
The End