The Infamous Ellen James(85)

"Stop! Stop!" I abruptly jump up off of my barstool, knocking my beer bottle over, liquid spilling down the edges of the table. Keeping my gaze locked on Trent's, I walk towards the stage. He's so beautifully nervous right now and probably scared to hear what I'm going to say, yet he still gives me a small smile as he watches me move through the bar. This man has me. Owns me. I'm his and there's no doubt in my mind that this little thing between us has turned into so much more than I could have ever imagined. I know in my soul that this is forever. I hate sounding like a total douchebag sap, but I can't help it. I'm blaming it on the Hamiltonian Effect.

I take a step up onto the stage and stand in front of Trent, looking up at him, drinking in this instant in time. This moment I will most likely remember for the rest of my life. I sense the bar has gone quiet, intently waiting for me to say something, but I honestly have forgotten about them. They don't exist right now. Right now, it's just Trent and Elle. I'm wrapped up in his blue, piercing eyes.

"Please say something. Say anything. Wait, no, not anything. Don't say goodbye. Anything but—"

I place my fingers on his lips and his mouth immediately stops moving.

"You're a terrible singer."

I feel Trent's lips quirk up into a smile against my fingertips as he nods his head in agreement.

"But you have fantastic taste in music." I smirk at him and his eyes shine with amusement. "And you have fantastic taste in women." My fingers slide down his chin and lie gently over his heart. "No goodbyes, Trent. Never goodbye. You and me, we're forever, and as much as that used to scare the shit out of me to think about, I'm not scared now. You own me, all of me, even the part of me that sports twelve-inch strap-ons at Halloween parties." His chest vibrates against my palm with quiet laughter. "You are all I could have ever hoped for and a million things I never knew I even wanted. You are mine, Casanova. This right here…" My fingers gently tap his chest. "This is mine and I will never let it go."

Trent drops the microphone to the ground, a loud bang echoing through the speakers. He places his hands on my cheeks and pulls my face closer to his; we're nose to nose, staring into each other's eyes. "Fuck, you made me nervous." Wrapping his arms around my back, he takes a shuddering breath and pulls me closer, pressing his lips to mine.

I giggle against his mouth. "I'm sorry…" I kiss him deeper, showing him how much he means to me. "I love you."

"I know you do, but you still have a lot of making up to do tonight." I lean back and he waggles his eyebrows at me suggestively.

"You're incorrigible."

"You love it."

"That I do, pervy. That I do." I tenderly kiss his cheek and snuggle into his chest.

And then our little romantic moment is ended with a certain obnoxious dickhead yelling out from the crowd.

"Are you two going to fuck on that stage or let the rest of these asshole give us their best Tina Turner impressions?!” Amy yells from the table her and Lizzy are still sitting at.

I flip Amy off and proceed to kiss Trent with everything I am, everything I have, everything I can give to him, because he is everything to me and…we are forever.