I open the small card.
Twelve weeks today since I told you I love you.
The happiest twelve weeks of my life.
I still love you.
Julian
xx
I smile goofily as my eyes fill with tears. This man makes me weak at the knees. I take out my phone and text him, even though I know he’s in court and can’t speak.
Look at you getting sentimental.
I loved you long before that.
Thank you for my flowers.
Hurry home
xoxox
“Would you like to dance?” my sexy date asks me from across the table.
I smile. “You know I would.”
It's Saturday night, and Julian and I have the luxury of being out. Sammy is sleeping at his friend's house and Willow is at dinner and the movies with Lola. We're in a cocktail bar and lately, we've found a penchant for dancing. Julian stands, taking my hand in his to lead me to the dance floor. I put my arms around his neck. "Thank you." I smile up at him.
“For what?” His hands drop to my behind.
“Can you put your hands back on my waist, please?” I smirk. “There are other people here, you know.”
He widens his eyes and places his hands back up to a respectable level. “That better?”
“Not really.”
“Thank you for what, Bree?” he repeats.
“For showing me what it feels like.”
He frowns down at me, clearly puzzled.
“To be loved wholeheartedly.”
He chuckles and spins me around. “I think you mean wholedickedly.”
I giggle. “That, too.” Our lips touch. He glances up and his face falls, making him step back from me immediately.
“What?” I frown as I look around.
“My parents are here.”
“So?”
“So… we can’t be on a fucking date,” he whispers, dragging me to the back of the restaurant.
“They’re going to have to find out about us eventually.” I frown.