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I feel like I don’t deserve any of this. But all I want to do is love him, so I’ll just do that until I’m blue in the face.
I can’t hold it in for another second.
“Jordan, I love you so much I don’t know what to do with myself.”
The words spill out of me so fast, it’s like the dam broke. Apparently that was all he’d been waiting for. His mouth is on mine in an instant, his hands in my hair while mine finds his face. We don’t come apart until both of us are gasping for air.
He then drops his forehead to mine. “Damn, I love you a lot. Wow.”
I gaze up at him. “I think I love you more.”
His lips brush my forehead, and I sink into his chest. “We’ll see about that.”
CHAPTER 34
JORDAN
TWO MONTHS LATER: DRAFT NIGHT
No one ever taught me how to tie a bow tie, and before tonight, that hadn’t ever been a problem. But I’m discovering this is an art that takes years, maybe even a lifetime, to master. And I have ten minutes and YouTube.
So, I’m screwed.
It doesn’t really matter, though. No one’s looking at me. I’m the arm candy this evening. Lucy is the star of this show. Ever since winning the Conference Tournament and leading her team to the Final Four, she’s gone from regional celebrity to national celebrity.
Steph Curry even tweeted about her. It was so cool, and I’m really relieved he’s already married.
Her draft stock exploded almost overnight. It’s like every single one of her dreams fell into place all at once. She’s predicted to go in the top ten tonight, and her endorsement deals with Nike and BODYARMOR are for more money than I can wrap my head around.
It didn’t hurt that Pierson Automotive gifted us the cars we were leased. We didn’t pay a dime. Lucy’s pretty sure itwas Sasha’s final peace offering after almost ruining our relationship. I’m not complaining. I’ll take it.
At this point, I’ll take whatever I can get. Considering I’m about to be a struggling law student, a free car is a godsend. Lucy has more than enough money to pay for my schooling, but I refuse to let her. Something in me needs to prove that I can do it.
It’s definitely my pride and male ego. I can’t help it. Like I told her in one of our first conversations, I know shecantake care of herself—I just don’t want her to have to.
It’s actually caused some fights between us.
I’ll hold out as long as I can but once we’re married, I might have to give in.
Not that we’re even engaged yet. But I’m definitely marrying this girl—there’s no question about that. The only question is how long I need to wait before I propose to her.
I gaze out over the lights of New York City and imagine seeing her walk down the aisle. I’ve never been overly emotional, but there’s no chance I won’t cry. The realization that I will get to wake up to her every day is enough to bring a lump to my throat.
A knock on the door shakes me out of this fantasy. I pull it open to reveal Lucy. My Lucy. About to get drafted into the WNBA and looking like she just stepped out of my literal dreams. Instead of white, she’s in pale yellow. It hugs her body the whole way down, and as she notices my eyes following the curve of her hip, she turns. The dress is backless.
My mouth goes dry as I trace the soft line of her back with my eyes. The dress drops off about as low as possible, and her skin is smooth and flawless. Her hair is in some sort of loose bun with pieces softly falling around her face. The jewelry is simple, highlighting just how naturally gorgeous my girl is.
My girl.
She suddenly appears shy, and I realize I’ve been standingthere like a dumbstruck middle schooler trying to talk to a girl for the first time. I open my mouth, but struggle to find the words to articulate how incredible she looks.
Finally, I get out a sound. “Wow.”
Her smile returns.
“Lucy, you are the most beautiful human I’ve ever seen. You look drop-dead gorgeous.”
She can’t fight the huge smile that finally breaks through. “Thanks. I fully copied Kate Hudson’s dress inHow to Lose a Guy in 10 Days.I actually attempted to copy the whole look.”