“Your parents?”
“They won’t know. Got to keep that mouth occupied because, baby, you’re not a silent one.”
My face burns. I turn around in his arms and hide my face in his chest.
“My sister is wanting us to go out to a bar tonight. We’re leaving at eight. I have to go help my dad.” His hand lands against my ass before he steps away and walks right out of the room.
Well, I guess that’s that. I don’t know where our room is. I don’t even know if I’m sharing a room with him. I hope I am. I don’t want to think of sleeping alone because I haven’t slept a night without him yet.
Yeah, we skipped a lot of stuff. Most couples usually take years to reach that point. But who cares what normal is? Normal is overrated anyway. If Jordan asked me to marry him right now, I would say yes in a heartbeat and drag him to the courthouse. I wouldn’t know how to plan a wedding—that’s for sure.
“Come on, girl. Let’s go get ready!” Lani yells into the kitchen.
I follow behind her, up the stairs to a large bathroom with a long counter filled with makeup. Next to the shower is my suitcase.
“Let’s see what you have.” She struts over to my bag and then goes through my clothes.
“It has to match my cut,” I tell her, and she nods.
Jordan told me that my cut can’t come off at all when we are out, especially out of town like this where a club isn’t in this city.
“Ohh, let’s do jeans and white V-neck.” She takes out my white V-neck and a pair of jeans and hands them to me.
I guess we are just going to a regular laid-back bar.
“So, tell me about Vinny and Trey.”
I laugh and sit on the floor with her. She starts putting her makeup on with a small mirror.
“What do you want to know?” I ask.
She looks away from the mirror and then at me. “They single?”
They? Does she mean both of them? Does she want both? How would that work?
“Yeah, they are.”
She smiles to herself and puts some foundation on. “They together?”
My eyes widen. What do I say? I really don’t know if they are or not. “I’m not sure.” That’s all I am going to say.
“Tell me about them both.”
“Umm.” I move my legs around to get more comfortable. “Vinny is the more easy-going one and the one who converses the most. Trey is all dark and mysterious. He throws off those major bad-boy vibes.”
She winks at me and then puts mascara on. “Yeah, I got that from the both of them.”
Yeah, I am still confused! Does she want both? Can she have both? Because those men were really interested in her. When they saw her, they about fell on their asses just from the sight of her.
An hour later, we are ready. We walk down the stairs and into the living room.
Lani struts in. Trey’s and Vinny’s gazes go to her and they darken. They are totally into her. Lanie has something I really admire and that is her confidence. That and she’s absolutely drop-dead gorgeous.
“God, angel. You’re gorgeous.”
I pull my gaze away from Lanie and turn to my man. My man. I will never grow tired of saying that. I step into his arms, hugging him. Leaning my head back, I look up at him and smile. God, I really do love this man.
“I love you Jordan.”
Jordan’s face softens in a way only I get to see. “Love you too, angel.” He bends his head and kisses me, never deepening it but just loving the feel of each other.
Someone clears their throat, and I break the kiss. His mother is smiling at us. Blushing, I press my head to his chest, hiding my red cheeks. Jordan laughs and puts his palm on the back of my head. An arm wraps around my back, hugging me to him.
“Let’s go, everyone!” Lanie yells. Then she hugs her dad and kisses his cheek before doing the same with her mom.
I wave bye to his parents and we all walk out together. Jordan lets my hand go and opens the passenger’s door. He lifts me in. It’s pointless for me to try to climb in because the truck is too high. Trey picks Lanie up and sets her in the back seat. She scoots over in the middle. She smiles at me, and I turn around.
I buckle up, and Jordan climbs in. The radio comes on and I look at it then back at Jordan. He grins and reaches over, grabbing my hand. He rests our joined hands together on the seat between us.
“You gonna sing for us, angel?”
After sucking my bottom lip into my mouth, I ask, “Do you want me to?”
He nods and turns the radio up. “Yours” by Ella Henderson comes over the radio. My heart starts aching because this song means a lot. It has a lot of what I feel in it. Gulping, I look around in the truck at everyone who is staring at me.