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“Start over?” she asks with a hint of hope in her voice.
“Yes, a fresh start. Just you and me. What do you say?”
“I’d like that.” She swallows hard. “You have no idea how much I’d really like that.”
I chuckle. “I think I’ve got a pretty good idea. Here.” I pull the chair out for her. “Care to join me?”
“Why thank you, sir.”
I take the seat opposite her and channel my inner Zach. “Are you ready for a mind-blowing experience?”
Chapter thirty-four
Scarlett
Afterthemostinterestingmeal of my life—if you can even callthata meal, seeing as it truly was a mind-blowing experience—we were served dessert. Which was some crazy white chocolate flower that bloomed to reveal the fluffy black mousse inside when cream was poured over the top of it. It was so soft, and I felt like I was eating a cloud covered in gold leaf. Seriously, I’ve never had anything like it my entire life.
Before long, the center tables are cleared from the floor, opening it for dancing. Servers still wander around the venue with champagne and canapés. I should be full, but I can’t resist grabbing whatever walks by. Thankfully, Scott is just as bad as I am when it comes to overindulging.
The whole evening is magical as we dance underneath the sparkling globe, waiting for our new year and fresh start. My nerves prickle, the moment only minutes away, as a mix of excitement and fear flutter in my stomach. I’m not sure what to expect when the clock strikes midnight.
“Scarlett,” Scott says. My head rests on his chest as we dance.
“Yes.” I look up.
“I know this is supposed to be our fresh start, starting over.”
Oh no.My heart plummets as my head drops to look at the floor.
“Wait.” He grips my chin and forces me to look at him instead. “What I’m trying to say is I know we’re supposed to be starting over, and I’m excited about that. But, in some ways, I don’t want to start over either.” Scott sighs. “They always make this look so easy in the movies. What I’m trying to say is… there’s something I want to tell you, and I feel like if I don’t say it before this year ends, it’ll be something I regret come tomorrow. Because even if we start over, the way I feel about you hasn’t changed—”
I pull Scott’s mouth down to mine and stop his nervous rambling. “I love you,” I say, as we break apart and he’s still caught in the daze.
“Hey!” He smiles. “That was my move.” This time, he’s the one to kiss me. “I love you too.”
We don’t wait for the countdown to finish as we continue to make out on the dance floor. Everyone is cheering around us in anticipation of the new year, but for us, it’s already begun. When the crowd calls out “zero,” a sea of foam falls from the ceiling and coats the guests below.
Scott and I break apart, laughing as the airy bubbles tickle our skin. He licks his lips, and it takes me a moment to realize he’s eating the foam. “I can’t believe the bastard flavored the party foam.” Scott chuckles.
I taste it myself. “Is that honey?”
Scott samples it again. “Yeah, there’s some citrus there too. It kind of reminds me of ambrosia salad.” We both laugh at the ensuing chaos, before his eyes meet mine and the world goes silent around us. “Do you want to get out of here?”
I smile. “Yes.”
The drive back to the hotel goes by in a blur as we spend the entire Lyft ride making out in the back seat. Based on the grin the driver had on her face, I have a feeling we weren’t her first or last hot-for-each-other couple of the evening. Still, we did leave her a large tip for the excessive PDA.
Hand in hand, Scott and I run through the lobby giggling like teenagers. Scott requests the elevator, then pushes me against the wall and continues to devour me. The dinging of the door interrupts us for only a moment until we relocate into the cable car. The second the metal doors trap us inside, Scott lifts me so that I’m sitting on the railing and his hands are under my dress.
“What’s this?” he asks as he comes in contact with my shorts.
“It’s built-in shapewear,” I tell him between kisses. “But it has a—”
My sentence is cut off as his fingers find the slit in the crotch, and he slips two digits inside me. “Fuck, I’ve missed you.” His hand pumps faster. “If this elevator doesn’t speed up, I’m going to fuck you right here.”
As I reach between us to undo his belt, the door opens and prevents us from putting on a show for the security folks. Our fooling around continues as we make our way down the hall, stopping every other door to attack one another.
“Finally,” Scott grumbles when he finds his room. I rest against the wall as he struggles to retrieve his room key. I continue to unbutton his pants and pull down his zipper. “Angel,” he scolds me.