“Impossible to forget.” He promises.
My dad shakes his head. “I don’t want to know.”
“You win that.” Gunner chuckles.
“So, what are you doing with Mom?” I ask, despite the fact that Gunner is kissing my throat. “I mean, after our talk?”
“Doing what I should have done years ago.” He shows the ring. “Fixing this. I never stopped loving her, not for a damn day, and seeing her having fun, seeing her at her best, living with her … I never should have let her go.”
“Aww, Daddy.” I put my hand over my heart. “That’s so sweet.”
“I’m planning on it soon, so … be ready.”
“For another wedding? Are you going to make us pretend too?” Gunner groans. “If so, I’m calling dibs on your daughter.”
“Okay. Listen, if we can’t keep our voices down, we’re not allowed to say things.” I huff. “First Roman and now you?”
“I’m not pretending to not be in love with you for another wedding. Fuck no. I will fight over that shit.”
“No one has to pretend,” Dad promises. “You all are together and … as long as you don’t care what people say or think, that’s your business. Not like it’s very well hidden at this reception. Even I’ve heard the things being whispered.”
“Fuck them.” Gunner huffs. “We behaved for long enough.”
“And Bella didn’t,” I grumble.
Gunner kisses my cheek and rubs my arms, as if I’m the one who needs comforting. My dad arches an eyebrow but looks past us and groans. “I need to go get Diana before she ends up grinding on Roman.”
“What?” I turn sharply, but Gunner keeps me against his chest. I blink a few times and rub his arms. “Are you okay? After last night and everything?”
“Not great, but I’m okay.”
“Have you had enough dancing and fun?” I pull him closer.
He looks around and sighs. “Well, there was this one woman I had my eyes on, but …”
I swat him and he chuckles. “It’s you, sweets. Always you. I like watching you dance. Seeing you make eyes at me and the guys like we’re the only ones in the room.”
“Well, I feel as if you are.”
“Even though people your age are eye-fucking you?”
“How do you deal with that?” I ask seriously. “You’re not jealous?”
“Hell no.” He pulls me closer. “Knowing that I have such a hot girlfriend that people can’t look away? Knowing that they only get to eye fuck you, but I get to fuck you and make love to you … and be sweet with you, wake up with you, make you laugh … I’m getting the best end of the deal.”
I swoon for him all over again. “Take me to your room.”
He blinks a few times. “What?”
“Now.” I tug on his shirt. “So I can show you how much I enjoy my part in this.”
Gunner nods and we manage to run off together. We make it to the elevator before he kisses me. And I love it. The way he’s soft and hot all at once. He runs his fingers through my hair. “I want to try something.”
“What kind of something? Gunner, we talked about limits before, I’m not-”
“Being gentle.” He whispers. I can see how nervous he is about it as if I won’t enjoy it. “I haven’t had vanilla sex in so long, completely vanilla … like movie worthy.”
The butterflies in my stomach fly like a swarm. God, that sounds so amazing. I meet his gaze and nod. He strokes along my jaw, slowly lifting my chin to kiss me. No tongue, just sucking my bottom lip between his as he strokes down my back with his fingertips.