“That sounds great,” Sol says, smiling up at me. “I’d love to see where Wes grew up.”
I groan. “Oh god. Toby and Shawna are going to want to meet you.”
Mom laughs, and my dad claps Sol on the shoulder. “Maybe you should come to us the second week. You’re going to need time to mentally prepare.”
Sol’s eyes widen and I give my dad a stern look. “They’re not that bad.”
He pats Sol’s shoulder and snorts. “Sure. Good luck.”
As our parents start chatting to each other, apparently planning our break for us, I turn to Sol. “Toby and Shawna are going to love you. They’ve been on your side from the beginning. As much as they’re my best friends, they’re more than aware that I’m a complete asshole.”
Sol chuckles and strokes a hand down the lapel of my blazer. “Have I told you how gorgeous you look tonight?”
“Once or twice,” I reply, reaching for his hips and bringing him closer.
His face is serious as he checks me out, but when he looks up, his eyes are filled with heat. “As much as I love this outfit, and the fact you look like a movie star, when can I get you out of it?”
“As soon as possible.” My stomach swoops and I reach up and tug at his burgundy bow tie. “Think you can leave this on?”
Sol bursts out laughing, and I pull him to my chest, my lips against his ear. “I’m not joking, and I hope to god you haven’t got practice in the morning, because I have plans to keep you up all night.”
Sol’s breath catches, his exhale warm against my neck, and he laces his fingers together beneath my jacket. “When can we get out of here?”
Glancing around, people are starting to say their goodbyes, but I know we’ll have to be amongst the last to leave, making sure that all the loose ends are tied.
“Congratulations again, both of you,” Dean Mason says as he approaches, and I reluctantly let Sol go.
“Thank you.” I slide an arm around Sol’s waist. “I can’t believe it’s over.”
“Well, I think you two can call it a night.” He grins. “I’ll stay and make sure everything is wrapped up.”
My eyebrows lift. “Are you sure?”
“You were both here all day setting up. I’d be more than happy to. Besides,” he looks at Sol, “didn’t you have practice this morning?”
Right on cue, Sol stifles a yawn. “Yes, sir.”
“Go,” he says. “Enjoy your break.”
We both mutter our thanks, and as he turns to talk to our parents, I pinch Sol’s waist. “Maybe we should get some coffee first.”
“I’m fine,” Sol says, although now I look at him, he looks tired as hell.
It’s been a long day, and as more people head over to talk to us before leaving, I know it’s going to be a while before we can get out of here, even with the dean’s offer.
“You’re staying with me tonight, right?” Sol asks.
I balk at the idea of spending the night at the Den but realize I’m going to have to get used to it. The Wolves are a huge part of Sol’s life. But on the bright side, he has his own bathroom. “Sure.”
“Could you try and look less enthusiastic please?” Sol deadpans.
A hand catches my elbow and I turn to find my dad at my shoulder. “You two get out of here before more people come over or you’ll be stuck all night. We’ll fend them off.”
“You sure?” I ask, and he nods.
“Go. We’ll see you next week.”
Sol’s hand tightens around my waist, and we quickly say goodbye to Jacey and our parents then head to the doors that open out onto the common, avoiding the main exit.