“Yes, baby. He’s not going to tell Harper.” He grabs my hand and pulls me away from the dark corner and away from my friends. I chance a glance behind me and don’t see Luna or Aubrey making me wonder if they got preoccupied somehow. We make our way down a long corridor his hand squeezing mine with every step as we head up a long narrow staircase. “So, guys haven’t been able to keep their eyes to themselves, you say?” he asks as we make it to the second floor. It’s similar to the first floor only they’re playing different music and it’s a little brighter. We go to the bar first, and he stands behind me pressing his dick into my back and boxing me in. He pushes my hair to one side and presses kisses down the side of my neck. “I can’t say I blame them; I can’t keep my eyes off of you when we’re in the same room either.” He nuzzles the side of my face before spinning me around to look at him. His eyes are soft and sincere and I melt under his tender gaze. “You’re stunning.”

“For the record, I only want you looking at me,” I tell him honestly.

“I know.” He smiles and I turn back around just as the bartender makes his way over. We order two shots of tequila that we take followed by two mixed drinks before making our way to the dance floor.

“So, I was thinking about next weekend,” he starts. We aren’t really dancing together at this point, just swaying to the beat of the music.

“What about it?”

“Well, it’s Valentine’s Day.”

“Oh!” The air leaves my lungs thinking about spending the most romantic holiday with James. Shit, should I get him something? I should, it’s our first holiday as a couple. “What do you want to do?”

“I made us reservations at a resort upstate. I was thinking champagne, chocolate covered strawberries, and a lot of time with my tongue in your cunt.”

My mouth drops open at his sexy words before a giggle leaves my lips. “Really now?”

“The resort has a spa also, so we can get couples massages if you want? But I just want to fall off the face of the Earth with you for two days. You and me.” He tucks a hair behind my ear and runs his knuckles down my cheek.

“You and me,” I repeat. “I love that.”

“Of course,” he taps my nose, “you won’t be able to hide that you’re seeing someone if you go missing for Valentine’s Day weekend.”