Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 71130 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71130 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
This man is so intense, even his touch is electric.
“Enjoy the night, kids,” Hana calls after us as we walk out of the suite.
When we stop in front of the elevator, Kao murmurs, “God, you smell good.”
The doors open, and we step inside. Kao’s fingers tighten around mine, and then he says, “We’re not going to the restaurant.”
“Oh?” A smile tugs at my lips. “Where are we going?”
Kao lets out a chuckle, “You’ll have to wait and see.”
As we walk out of our building, Summer comes rushing around the corner, but then she pauses. “Wow, you both look beautiful. Enjoy the evening.”
I watch her dart away before I can even reply.
Did Kao…? Nah… But…
I look up at him. “Are we going to the hall?”
“Damn, I knew you’d catch on,” he says, a broad smile stretching over his face. “I figured since we missed the Christmas Ball and you worked really hard on it, you should at least experience it.”
My heart. Can he be any more thoughtful?
A happy smile begins to play around my lips as I cautiously lead Kao to the hall. When we step inside, and I see all the decorations, my smile turns into a bubble of laughter. “It looks so good. I love the winter wonderland theme,” I murmur.
There’s only one table situated in the middle of the hall, and a band is ready in the corner.
“Are we going to dance?” I ask, a fluttering of anticipation in my chest.
“Of course,” Kao states.
Kao pulls my chair out for me. “Thank you,” I murmur as I sit down. Kao presses a kiss to the top of my head.
The waiter brings a sprite for Kao and a coke for me, then he hurries out of the hall.
“I hope you don’t mind, but I already placed an order with the kitchen,” Kao says. “I’m having pizza, so you don’t have to feed me.”
“Shoot, there you go and spoil all the fun,” I tease him.
He chuckles, then asks, “Are you okay with the seafood platter? I know you love it and felt it was a safe bet.”
I reach over the table for his hand and give it a squeeze. “That sounds perfect. Kinda like my man taking charge. I could get used to this.”
“Your man?” His mouth lifts into the sexy grin I love so much.
“Yeah,” I murmur.
“So, you’re good with us being in a relationship?” Kao asks.
“Yeah, so much for taking our time, right?” I laugh. “I should’ve known you’d just sweep me right off my feet again.”
“I won’t let you fall this time.”
Kao’s words make emotion well in my chest. I stare at him, feeling so thankful that we found our way back to each other.
“I love you, Kao.”
KAO
Finally, hearing those words from Fallon, my life feels complete, and I realize there would be nothing worse than living a life without her.
I rub my thumb over the back of her hand and say, “You’ve just made me the happiest man alive.”
Fuck, she looks absolutely breathtaking in the dress. I just hate that she’s covering half her face and wish I could reach over and tuck the hair behind her ear. Not wanting to ruin the night, I keep still.
A server brings our food, and once he steps away from the table, Fallon says, “All dressed up, and things are about to get messy,” Fallon jokes. “This is perfect.”
While we eat, the band plays background music. The atmosphere is peaceful, and I’m grateful the night is going according to plan.
“Earlier, I was sitting in the living room, and for a moment, the blurriness faded a little,” I tell Fallon.
“Oh, my God! That’s great,” Fallon exclaims. “Give or take two to three weeks, and you should start seeing color, right?”
“Yeah, it’s hard to predict. Every person heals differently. With a little luck, I’ll be back to normal by the end of the month.”
“Yeah, we’ll have plenty to celebrate then.”
I take a bite, and after swallowing, I say, “You should join the decorating committee again.”
Fallon pauses for a moment. “We’ll see after the surgery.”
“I’ll go with you to the meetings,” I try to encourage her. “Hell, you can even give me work to do.”
“Why do you want me to join it again?”
“You loved it, Fallon,” I explain. “I want you doing the things that bring you happiness.”
“You know what would make me happy?” she asks.
“What?”
“Us dancing.” I hear the playful tone in her voice, and not wanting to upset her, I drop the subject of the decorating committee.
Standing up, I hold my hand out to her. Fallon moves around the table, and taking hold of my hand, we walk to the dance floor.
The band instantly stops the song they’re playing, and a moment later, the guy sings the opening notes to Stand By Me by John Newman.
Placing one hand on her side, I take a step closer to her. We begin to dance to the song I picked specifically for this moment. It says everything I feel.