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Has she read my mind? I pull the coat lapels closed over where she’s clutching my award to her chest like a baby. “Anywhere you want.”
She gazes up at me and pulls her lower lip between her teeth. The sight urges me to take her place and be the one to nip at her soft lip. Her earlobe. The soft juncture at her neck. But then her teasing smile peeks out.
“Can we get Whataburger on our way out of Austin? The finger food they had in there was not enough. I need fries.”
I laugh and kiss her forehead. “That’s my girl.”
I have never been so eager to go to a drive-through in my life.
Chapter 29
Georgia
If the awards ceremony was a dream come true for Miles, right now we’re living out my dream. We’re in his apartment, snuggling on his couch. My legs are in his lap, and one of his hands gently traces over my calves where they’re exposed by the slit in my dress. The lights are low, and we’ve been saying goodnight for at least half an hour.
Oh, and? He’s wearing his glasses.
Basically, it’s everything I’d hoped. Sure, we’re still in fancy clothes instead of my gray sweatpants fever dream, but the awkward way my bodice pokes me in the armpit at this angle helps remind me it’s not all in my head.
“Can we change Dogeared’s website to sayOwned by award-winning author Miles Forrester?” I ask.
He grazes his fingers over one of my kneecaps. “Too showy.”
“Can I get you a plaque for the front desk that saysAsk me about my major award?”
He fights a smile. “That makes it sound like I won a leg lamp. But also, I wouldn’t want anyone to ask.”
“Can I get a custom bumper sticker for you that saysMy award is in my other car?”
He pulls me closer so I’m nearly on top of him. “We’re going to keep the award quiet and be very subtle and casual about it.”
I tap a finger to my chin. “That doesn’t sound like me.”
He runs the tip of his nose over my ear until I shiver. “No. It doesn’t.”
“I never doubted you would win it.”
“I know. Thank you for always believing in me.”
I rest my head against his, careful not to skew his glasses. “You don’t have to thank me for that. You believe in me just as much.”
“I do. And I was thinking tonight that I should prove it by finally firing you.”
I let my head fall to his shoulder, collapsing against him. “I guess there’s a reason your award doesn’t sayWorld’s Most Romantic Man.”
“Georgia.” He shifts me so we can see each other again. I do not appreciate looking into his eyes when he’s being this sincere. “You needed the job at the bookshop when you first started out, but you don’t need that safety net anymore. If illustration is your dream, you should embrace it.”
I cup his face in my hands and gaze into his stupidly attractive hazel eyes. “Miles. I’m going to pretend you didn’t say any of that.”
“But, Georgia?—”
I stop him with a kiss. “We have more fun things on the schedule for tonight.”
His mouth tries to look unhappy, but his eyes are all heat. “What kind of fun things?”
“Like…” I kiss him again. “Figuring out where we should we put your award.”
“That’s not fun. But I like the ‘we.’ I want all the ‘we.’”
