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I exhale a half laugh. “I want to lick you everywhere.” My heart hammers against my ribs. “How was it? Your set, I mean.”
There’s a spark behind her eyes, signs of life returning. “Incredible. The crowd was so into it. I felt like a priestess, Harrison. At the altar of the most awe-inspiring ceremony.”
My chest tightens. “The way you wanted to play La Mer… That’s how I want you. The way you felt on that stage… That’s how I feel when I’m with you. You make me glad I’m alive, like there’s some purpose outside of me. I don’t want to live in a world where I don’t get to feel that.”
Her head lifts, and her dark gaze searches mine. I can’t dare to name the emotions there for fear I’m wrong.
“I love you too.” She holds out a hand, and my heart kicks.
I grab her hand before she can think twice and press my lips to her palm. The feel of her, warm and real and here, soothes the ache in my gut.
That’s not enough, so I cup her face and tug her toward me. When I crush her lips under mine, she meets me.
“Raegan,” I murmur against her skin, unwilling to pull back. “I want to be with you. Tell me you want that, too.”
Her phone rings and she yanks it out of her pocket. I want to hurl the thing across the room, but she looks torn. “I have to take this.”
She’s out of the room before I can respond.
* * *
RAE
Ash claims the back seat when Harrison drives us to brunch. It’s our first time without security in weeks. Harrison’s hand rests on my thigh, his fingers brushing the skin exposed by my shorts.
The phone call I took an hour ago echoes in my head. I feel better than I did this morning, but the events of last night still weigh on me. My cheek hurts, and I resist the urge to brush it.
The way you felt on that stage… That’s how I feel when I’m with you.
Harrison’s words meant everything. I love him with parts of me I didn’t know could love.
There’s no chance of going halfway with Harrison King—not emotionally, anyway.
Since last night, my social media’s blown up. But I don’t know how to tell Harrison about the phone call I got earlier.
Harrison finds parking, and we get out at the port. The restaurant is open air, with jaunty blue-and-white-striped umbrellas mimicking the sea. Our friends are already at a table, and my chest expands.
The last time I went through hell, I was alone.
I’m not anymore.
“Good morning, superstar.” Annie passes the baby to Tyler so she can rise and hug me. “Or should I say afternoon?”
“Late night,” I say as Harrison pulls out my chair and claims one on the other side.
“About that…” Tyler starts, and I stiffen. I don’t want to rehash it again.
Beck leans in. “Yeah. Let’s hear it.” He looks around the table. “How’d the set feel?”
The knot in my chest loosens. “Amazing. I have a dozen messages from my publicist I haven’t returned with requests for interviews, even a documentary.”
“That’s so great!” Annie gushes, and even Elle bobs her head.
Beck snorts. “And you didn’t want to be on my TV show.”
“I didn’t say yes to the documentary.” I sneak a look at Harrison.
Because there might be something bigger.
