"What? We're secretly married?"
"Not yet," he said smoothly, "but we will be."
"What gives you that idea?"
"Well, first of all, I love you."
My breath caught in my throat.
"And second? I didn't walk away."
"I know, I know. I did. But you didn't give me a reason, and then you denied everything in front of the news! What was I supposed to do?"
"Stay." He turned in his chair and grabbed my hands. "You were supposed to stay."
"But—"
"I didn't walk away."
"So you keep saying." I tried to jerk free.
"Ten minutes. That's all I need. And then I will walk away. If I can't convince you in ten minutes, then…" his face fell, "then I'll go if you want me to."
"Is that why you're here? To plead your case?"
"I'm here because I wanted to make the big gesture. I wanted you to see that I wasn't going to run with my tail between my legs. But the minute I got back, I had some things to fix, some choices to make. I wanted to make sure I had those firmly in place before I talked with you. I wanted to be sure you knew that I was fully committed."
Okay, so as far as speeches went? His was pretty dang good.
"It was your white dress." He framed my face with his hands as we touched foreheads. "It fit you so perfectly. The way the lights danced across your body — hell, I thought I was seeing an angel. And then those eyes." He muttered a curse. "They were like a drug. I couldn't look away. I'd always believed in this silly little fantasy that when you found the one you wanted to spend the rest of your life with, you'd experience this incredible pull toward that person. You'd just know — things would just click. It was that way for my parents. And my mom, from the day I could understand her nonsense, convinced me it would be that way for me too. So when I saw you that night, I knew."
"Knew what?" I whispered.
"I knew I wanted you. I knew I wanted to marry you. I knew I wanted to spend my life watching that smile, gazing into those eyes. Then again, I was only sixteen and stupid, so I can't totally blame it on love at first sight. We'll just call it lust. I wanted to touch you so damn bad that my hands were shaking."
I shuddered as he moved his hand to my neck and rubbed softly. "I promised myself that I'd dance with you. I'd ask for your name and that would be that."
"But you kissed me."
"I couldn't help it," Jace whispered, brushing his lips across mine. "You tasted so good. I was hooked the minute my mouth met yours, and then I panicked. Again, I was sixteen, so let's give me a little credit. I didn't want to get the shit beat out of me by the other football team, so I left."
"You walked away." I sighed dejectedly.
"I came back," Jace argued. "But I never made it."
"What do you mean?"
Jace closed his eyes. "Remember when we jumped off the cliff?"
"Yes, I thought you were dying."
"And you almost did a belly flop."
"Jace…" I warned.
"Fine."
His warm chuckle made my stomach flip.