Page 149 of The Fake Out

She sends me a side-long glance, and not for the first time, I wish I could read her mind. “Our deal was supposed to end tomorrow.”

My heart stops. We said it wasn’t fake anymore, but maybe she’s changed her mind. “Do you want it to?”

“No.” Her answer is immediate as she turns to me, eyes roaming my face, searching my gaze. “I don’t want it to be over.” Her lips part and she looks like she wants to say more, but she just bites her lip again. “I don’t want it to end.”

A possessive ache fills me. I’m so happy with her that it hurts, so I put my hands on her waist and skate us to a stop, holding on tight to her because she isn’t great at braking.

“I don’t want it to end, either,” I tell her, brushing her hair back, looking down into her eyes. “Let’s keep it going.”

“For how long?” She looks so hopeful but uncertain that my heart breaks all over again.

“For as long as you want, Hartley, I’m yours. Even longer, probably.”

Forever, I hope.

“I need to tell you something,” she whispers, and her eyes flash with worry and nerves.

When I take her hands, they’re shaking.

“I love you,” she says quietly, searching my gaze.

All I can hear is my pulse beating in my ears; all I can see is Hazel.

“I was scared to say it. I’m still scared, but—” She cuts herself off, biting her lip, studying me as my heart does somersaults. “I always want you to know you’re loved.”

Christ, my heart. My sweet, terrified Hazel is handing me her fragile trust to hold in the palm of my hand. I’ll do anything to protect it.

“I do.” Emotion surges through me, so strong it hurts. “I’ve known for a long time.”

“You have?” Her brows lift.

I nod. My hand slips to her cheek, and her skin is cold under my touch. “I was waiting until you were ready.”

She holds my eyes, swallowing. “You’re so patient.”

“You’re worth the wait.”

The furrow in her brow eases, and she lets out a long breath. “Aren’t you going to tell me you love me, too?”

My mouth tips into a smile. “You know I do.”

She nods. “Yeah. I know you do.”

I lean down to kiss her, hands in her hair.

“I love you,” I say anyway, and she smiles against my lips.

This must be what it feels like to have everything I’ve ever wanted.

“I love you, too. Happy New Year, Rory.”

“Happy New Year, Hazel.”

CHAPTER74

HAZEL

TellingRory I loved him unleashes something in him, because the second we’re in the elevator ascending to our suite, his hands are all over me.