Page 273 of The Heart You Kept

“What are we celebrating?”

He turns and takes me into his arms, his big blue eyes hold mine. “Us.”

My heart swells.

“Oh, Edward,” I whisper. “I’m so in love with you.”

A new song comes on. Elvis Presley, “Can’t Help Falling in Love.”

“Dance with me.” He takes me into his arms and we sway to the music as he sings the words. Barefoot in our bathrobes, all alone on the balcony with the Eiffel Tower twinkling in the background, I fall in love with him all over again.

“Okay, so what happens here?” I say as I read the pamphlet. “Tell me the rules.”

Thomas, Helene and I are at the polo watching the Kingsmen. We are lined up in fold-up chairs and wearing big hats. Beautiful people are everywhere watching, and apparently this is our new normal weekend thing. Edward has finally succumbed to having my friends come to the things that he wants me to go to. I can’t do this alone, I need backup with these glamorous women everywhere.

“So….” Thomas points to the field. “As far as I can see, they all ride around on stupidly expensive horses and hit a ball with a hockey stick.”

“Right.”

“And let’s not forget look hot,” Helene adds.

“True.” The team are all wearing tight white pants and fitted red shirts.

“Fuck me dead.” Helene looks around. “There is some seriously hot man meat here today.”

“Right?” I giggle. “Okay. So they ride a horse and then what?”

“No, they ride like a lot of horses,” he replies.

“What do you mean?” I frown.

“What for?” Helene asks.

“They keep changing them out.” He shrugs. “I don’t know.”

“It’s like an hour?” I frown. “How tired can a horse be in an hour?”

“I don’t frigging know.” He opens the program. “Maybe they all just wank over their expensive horses or some shit.”

“That sounds about right.” I nod.

I look over to the other side of the field and see Edward walk out of the dressing room, he’s wearing his tight white pants and his red shirt, he has his polo mallet in his hand and is wearing a helmet. I can see every muscle underneath his outfit. He looks over, our eyes meet and he gives me the best come-fuck-me look of all time.

We stare at each other and I feel myself heat under his dark gaze.

His strapper holds his foot and lifts him onto his horse and he looks back at me again as he rides off in the other direction.

“God.” Helene fans herself. “The way he looks at you.”

“Right?” Thomas agrees. “You two must have some seriously good sex.”

I smile as I look back down at the program. You have no idea….

He is so getting laid tonight….

Hard.

“Pass me the sunscreen.” I hold out my hand and Helene passes the bottle over.