“Dance with me.”
“No.”
“Dance with me, please. I love this song.” he pouted, holding me closer and swaying with me.
“What’s the name of the song?”
He paused.
“You’re such a liar.” I couldn’t help it; I laughed.
GABRIEL
I learned four important things about her today.
One: She could be very sweet when she wanted to be.
Two: She loved the band, Saturn Sun.
Three: She was a weird dancer.
Four: She didn’t become violent when she was drunk; she simply got sleepy.
I wished I had more time to find out all of her quirks and habits, but I didn’t. Tomorrow was the day everything had to come together and I had to have her decision. We couldn’t be normal longer than this.
“Where have you two been—”
“Wyatt, I went to TLSM. It was so lame and so fun at the same time.” Dona giggled…yes giggled. Leaving Wyatt to just stare, I carried her into their house on my back. Shock covered Wyatt’s face.
“Are you drunk?”
“Me?” Dona asked, shaking her whole body and making carrying her much harder for me. “A little tipsy, but a bottle and half of wine will do that to a person.”
Right, I’d learned five things. Donatella could drink wine like water, and even I, who loved a good strong red in the evening, could hold no candle to her.
“Gabriel?” she asked in a sweet voice right into my ear, making me shiver. “Thank you for the ride, but I can walk.”
“That’s what you said before—ouch.” I sighed, putting her down on her bare feet. Where the sandals I had given her had disappeared to, I had no idea.
“Peace and good night.” She actually gave us both the peace sign before heading up the stairs, leaving Wyatt and I standing alone. Ethan came out of the elevator and nearly did a double-take when she waved to him and said goodnight with a smile on her face.
“What’s the matter with her?” he asked us both.
“That’s what I want to know.”
“She had fun. That’s it. We had a fun time out together,” I answered, walking up the steps as well.
“She isn’t going to marry you,” Wyatt called out from behind me. The uncertainty in his voice gave me hope.
“We’ll see. But if I were you, I wouldn’t bet on it.”
EIGHTEEN
“So…
you want to be tough?
You want to be rebellious?