30| Belle of the ball

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Music spills out from the ballroom and fills the palpable silence. Milo looks me over, trailing the length of my neck and collarbone before settling on my dress. His eyes somehow darken and brighten all at once.

"You lookโ€“" he looks up and runs a hand along his jaw. If I didn't know better, I'd think he was lost for words. "Beautiful."

I don't answer right away because I'm lost for words too. His suit is black and makes him look ridiculously handsome, like someone who belongs on the cover of GQ. Just in case this all goes south, I take a mental snapshot and store it in my memory. "So do you."

Another moment passes before either of us speaks. There's somehow too much to say and nothing to say at all. Milo steps forward, slow and deliberate, like he thinks I might bolt. Little does he know, I'm not going anywhere.

"Heard you quit," he says.

"I did." I step closer, too, trying to close the distance between us. "A few days ago. If I can't find an agency that aligns more with my interests, I figure I'll try and start my own." His eyebrows knit together in the middle. The corner of his mouth twists. Clearly, he thinks this is somehow his fault, and I have to rectify that. "I mean, I didn't do it for us," I say, and the furrow of his brow releases, "I did it for myself."

"I wouldn't want it any other way," he agrees.

And that, I realize, is why I love him. Why, deep down, I'm willing to risk it all. Men like Milo don't come around often, and I'll be damned if I let him get away. My next step is a slow one. The air feels magnetic, drawing me closer until I'm standing in front of him, a hair's breadth away from his chest. He tenses, eyes dark as they drop to my lips and back up. The muscles in his neck contract.

Never have I felt more nervous. For better or worse, this is the moment where everything changes. Either we agree to make this work, or we decide to walk away: no second guessing or chances or living in between.

No running.

My breathing feels shallow as I tilt my head, looking at him through my lashes. "So, I went to LA for a few days."

He doesn't look surprised. "Any particular reason why?"

"I wanted time to process quitting my job," I say, "but also becauseโ€“" I stop and search his guarded expression, unable to find the right words. What if leaving him hanging made things worse? What if he doesn't understand? "Do you remember at the cabin when I told you my biggest fear?"

He nods. "Being alone."

Something inside me swells at the fact he'd even remembered. "Right. Well, I needed to make sure that if thisโ€“" I gesture wildly between us like it makes what I'm saying any clearer, "โ€“happened, it wasn't just because I was afraid of being alone. It's because I wanted it."

His eyes turn hooded. He lowers his head so his lips are near mine. By this point, he's close enough for me to make out the slivers of silver in his eyes. "And your conclusion?"

I reach up now, pulling him closer by the back of his neck, our lips almost touching. His breathing is rough, warm against the bow of my lips. Heat starts to pool in my thighs.

He doesn't kiss me; he's upholding his promise until I give him the go-ahead, but his mouth is so close that he might as well be. Voice low, he tucks a curtain of hair behind my ear and moves his mouth near my ear. "I need you to say it, Kennedy."

Eyes closed, I briefly recall what he'd said in the elevator. You either want this, or you don't, and the next time I kiss you, there'll be no turning back. Hearing that back then terrified me. No turning back seemed so final somehow, no take-backs or do-overs. But now, the idea of not turning back is what comforts me the most.

I open my eyes, and his own stare back, bright and electric. Somehow, I find the courage to be brave. "I want to be with you," I say, "and I don't mean occasional hook-ups in the elevator." I hold my breath. "I mean officially."

He swiftly moves closer, placing his hands on either side of my face until I'm staring right at him. "Are you sure?"

"Yes," I say, and I've never been so sure in my life.

From the look on his face, he won't let himself believe it. Resting his forehead on mine, he says, "Say it again for good measure."

I laugh and tighten my grip around his neck. "I, Kennedy James, would like you to be my boyfriend. I want to wake up to you every morning and race you to the coffee machine. I want to go to Disney World. Is that confirmation enough for you?"

He pulls back a little, just enough to look me in the eyes as his own burn like smoldering embers. "You don't know how long I've waited to hear you say that."

In one quick move, he takes my waist and lifts me up before spinning me around. My arms drop to his shoulders, my heart exploding with a million butterflies the second his lips curve. And just as I smile, overwhelmed by the fullness residing in my chest, he kisses me. It's different this time, not like our first kiss or even like any other kiss in between. As his mouth finds mine, his fingers tightening in the material of my dress, he kisses me like it's our last.

I laugh as he sets me back on my feet, fighting and failing to keep the grin off my face. "Come on," I say, grabbing his hand, "let's see how good you are at dancing."

"Not very."

I lead him into the ballroom, which feels more like a fairytale now that I'm here with Milo. We swiftly take our position among other dancing couples. Across the room, Jess looks over from where she's dancing with her boyfriend and beams from ear to ear. I smile back, then turn to Milo as he takes me by the waist and draws me into his chest.

"Are you going to miss working with me?" I ask.

His eyebrow arches as he turns us around. "Who says we can't work together?"

"I quit, remember?"

"True," he says and holds me closer, "but you're going to need help setting up your own agency."

A rapid tingling spreads through my body. I lean my head on his chest and breathe him in, reveling in the familiar smell of vanilla and pinecone, a scent I will remember for the rest of my life. If I weren't certain I'm awake, I'd think this were all but a dream. "I'm a little scared," I admit. "Are you?"

He tenses slightly under my grip. "Kennedy, I'm terrified."

For some reason, I smile. Knowing I'm not alone in my feelings only makes this more real. It's not the love-at-first-sight, no-doubts kind of love, but that's never been our style. We started off as strangers, gunning for the same promotion; I wouldn't want it any other way.

We dance for a while, my head on his shoulder and his hands on my waist, the music bringing us closer. I'd gone so long without the feel of his touch that it's like I've been deprived. I hold him closer than humanly possible, able to feel every muscle and ridge through the crisp material of his shirt. As magical as it is to be here at a ball, I'm desperate to get him alone.

Brushing a thumb across his collar, I say, "Let's get out of here."

He presses his lips to my jaw. "Where are we going?"

I pause, and then, "We're going home."

He doesn't need convincing. Taking my hand, he leads me back into the foyer before pressing the button. When the doors slide open, I step forward, placing both hands on his chest, and push him back into the elevator.

"Back to where we started," I tease.

"Who would have thought?" He tugs me closer by my waist, eyes heavy as he takes in my face. A pause, and then, "I love you, Kennedy."

"Good," I say, "because I love you," and as the doors close, I realize my mother was right. I can't predict what's going to happen, whether Milo and I will make it in the long run or if we'll crash in a blaze of glory, but what I do know is if there's one thing in life that's worth risking it all for, it's love.

The rest, we'll figure out together.

A/N

Hey guys,

Love All The Way is officially complete! ๐ŸŽ‰๐ŸŽ‰๐ŸŽ‰

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