I let out a disappointed sigh, hating the thought that I'd missed another chance. Would we ever have another day like this? Everything had been so perfect. My heart fissured at the thought that the perfect night wouldn't end as I'd hoped.
The trunk of my car shut with a thud, and Drew threw his duffel bag into the back of his truck.
I watched Drew as he just stood by his truck, his back to me and his hand resting on the handle.
Why was he just standing there?
I watched him carefully from the darkness of my car, my heart pounding as I thought of reasons why he wasn't already driving away.
Drew turned his head from side to side, as if checking the parking lot for something or someone. Then, he turned and walked back to talk to me.
"You still interested in taking a drive in the Aston Martin?" he asked, his face serious.
I didn't have to think about it. "Yes."
"Follow me back to my house. Just make sure no one is tailing you."
I gulped and nodded. "I'll meet you there."
I didn't drive straight to Drew's house. Instead, I took a few wrong turns, just to make sure the paparazzi weren’t following me as Drew feared. But when I'd gone down a few random blocks and didn't see the same cars turning with me, I decided it was safe to drive the rest of the way to his house.
The garage was open, and Drew was waiting inside. I got out of my car, and Drew hit the button to close the door.
Confused, I watched the descending door before turning to Drew. "I thought we were going for a drive."
His eyes were dark and the way he looked at me made the knots in my stomach twist up so tight I didn't think they'd ever come undone. "That was just my excuse to get you away from prying eyes." He closed the distance between us in three long strides. "I didn't get to finish what I started in Aiden's room."
And before my mind could catch on to what was happening, Drew had one hand cradling my neck, the other wrapped around my waist. And then, he was kissing me.
My heart banged against my ribs as his lips coaxed mine into a long, deep exchange. Instantly, our kiss exploded with passion. Years of misunderstandings, unwanted separation, and regret detonated and began to burn out of control. We weren't acting like Treven and Misty this time. We were Kate and Drew. And we wanted this.
I let my fingers become lost in the softness of his hair. His knees seemed to buckle, and a moan escaped him as he pulled me against his Escalade. "You have no idea how good that feels," he mumbled against my lips.
"This?" I combed my fingers through his hair again.
"That." He moaned again, and I knew I had better be careful. At this late hour, the staff had already gone home, which meant we were alone. There would be no one there to stop us. So I forced my hands to travel away from his hair, and rubbed them along his strong, muscular shoulders, reveling in the way they felt.
Growing up, I'd always dreamed Drew Burrows would be the man I married, the one I'd give my entire self to. And I knew in this moment that I still wanted it to happen. I had never stopped wanting him, not really. I'd simply buried my dreams and covered them with other relationships for years. But no one could ever have the hold on my heart that Drew did.
His hands were at my waist, gripping my shoulders then pulling the elastic from my hair and getting tangled in it. He gently kissed my cheek, and then trailed kisses down my neck.
"Run away with me, Kate," he whispered, before his lips found mine again. "We can take my private jet anywhere in the world, wherever you want to go, and get away from everything."
My mind was so fuzzy I didn't know if I heard him right.
"What?" I asked. "But I…" Another kiss. "What about the show?"
"I don't care about that anymore. I just want to be with you." He pulled away, caressing my cheek with his fingertips. "I want to hold your hand in public. Take you on a proper date. Give you the world…" His eyes were so sincere that my heart swelled in my chest. He wanted me, and not just in the way a guy wants a girl. He truly wantedme, even though he could have anyone else in the world. He leaned his forehead against mine. "Please say yes." His voice was low and husky, which caused a stirring sensation low in my belly.
"Yes," I whispered. I'd just have to take Dion and Gwen's secret footage to Alexis in the morning, and then I would run away with Drew.