A combination of cheers, whistles and women screaming out other Disney requests came from the dancefloor. August blushed, thanked the band and jumped off the stage, heading directly toward me.

“August,” I whispered when he reached me, his arms wrapping around me instantly without hesitation.

“I’m done trying to talk to you,” he murmured before pressing his lips to mine in what was quite possibly the best kiss of my life.

The cheering around us seemed endless and I wanted to bury my face in his neck to hide from it all. Instead, August took my hand and led me to the middle of the dance floor.

I smiled and leaned against his shoulder, swaying to a slow nineties’ song. “You’re a terrible singer. But that was the most beautiful thing I ever heard.”

He kissed the top of my head but didn’t say anything.

I pushed off his chest to look up at him. “How do you know all the words?” I perked a brow.

His eyes wandered up and he cringed. “I may have watched it once or twice in my lifetime. And again by myself this week alone in my hotel room. Listening to that song, I thought—man why the fuck didn’t I just kiss her?”

I shook my head, couldn’t help but smile up at him, and as if it was contagious, he smiled back, pulling me in close. “You’re so mean and I hate you,” I pouted.

“Your body language is making a liar out of you.” I looked down but he lifted my chin. “So was I wrong?”

I knew what he was talking about and shook my head, pressing myself deeper into him.

“God, I can’t believe how close I was to losing you forever. Especially after life handed me another chance with you.”

His words made me look up at him. “I’m so in love with you, Harper. I hurt you because of some deep-rooted insecurities and I’ll do anything for your forgiveness.”

He was becoming blurry behind my watery eyes, but I didn’t care. I smiled up at him knowing tears would fall in the process.

Swiping at them, he cupped my jaw and moved in to kiss me harder.

Thunder rolled in the distance and the music stopped. Drops of rain started coming down one by one and a flock of women raced under cover. It was about to pick up—and hard.

August took my hand and led me under a wide tent. “Wait here.” He raced off to help a few of the older guests get under cover and then back out to assist the crew in packing up their equipment.

He didn’t have to do any of it, they had a staff, but he wanted to. He was enjoying himself here and happy to be a part of it all.