“Hey! Hey!” Dax snaps his fingers at me. “Did you get that order? Get it together, Tripp.”
“I got it, Dax.” I snap. “Just go. You’re messing me up.” I usher him out from behind the bar and he gives me a hard look, then stands by the end of the bar watching me, to make sure I really have it.
Luckily I manage to actually have it this time. The last thing I want to deal with right now is Dax riding my ass because I messed up again.
Finally, an hour later, it calms down enough for me to get a glass of soda and breathe for a minute.
“Hey, sweets.”
I look beside me and smile as Harley leans in next to me and nudges my shoulder. “Hey, lady.”
I try to act as if everything is okay, but by the look on Harley’s face I can tell that I’m giving my true feelings away.
“I’m sorry, sweets.” She rests her head on my shoulder. “I would tell you again that everything will be okay, but I know you’re not looking to hear it from me.”
“Thank you,” I whisper. “At least I’ll still have you by my side when this is all over.”
Harley pushes my arm. “Oh stop it. You’re depressing me with that talk. Alex isn’t going anywhere. I promise . . . but like I said, you don’t want to hear it from me.”
“Yeah . . .” I admit. “I won’t believe it until it comes from Alex. I guess I’ll know once I actually get out of this stupid place.”
I reach for my glass and get ready to refill my soda when I hear it: This Year’s Love by David Gray. It sounds like it’s coming from across the room.
My breath hitches in my throat and I drop my glass, watching it shatter next to my feet. I know for a fact that it’s not the radio, because the radio has been turned down all day.
The sound gets closer, and the next thing I know I’m fighting for air as I turn around to see Alex with his guitar, walking straight for me.
He looks like a sexy, sinful dream come true . . . with his ripped up jeans and guitar, all tatted up. I have forgotten how to breathe at this point, and my heart leaps straight out of my chest as he gets closer.
Everyone around us quiets down and watches Alex as he drops down on one knee and starts singing the beginning Lyrics.
“This year’s love had better last. Heaven knows it’s high time. I’ve been waiting on my own too long . . .”
Tears begin to stream down my face as I watch him looking at me, as if he’s going to break down and cry himself. His jaw keeps flexing and his hands are shaking, but his eyes never leave mine as he continues to sing in front of the whole bar.
Girls all around me start to gather and swoon as Alex motions with his head for me to come to him.
Slowly, I force my feet to work and walk around the bar. As soon as I get close enough to Alex, he stands up and grabs my face, singing to me without any music from his guitar.
“When you kiss me on that midnight street. Sweep me off my feet . . .”
Singing, he presses his forehead to mine and starts rubbing his thumbs over my face, wiping my tears away. I start to cry more as he swings his guitar behind him and wraps his arms around me, moving us both to the music.
“Is this really happening? Alex . . .” I whisper into his chest.
I can’t believe this is happening right now. I feel as if any second now I’m going to wake up from this perfect moment and be standing here in this stupid bar, wishing that I were with Alex.
He whispers the last word to the song, before cupping my face and pressing his lips to mine. His kiss is so intense . . . so desperate and full of need that I almost die right here in his perfect arms: the perfect kiss of death.
His breath fans against my lips when he pulls away. “I love you, Tripp. I’m so fucking in love with you that I need you to breathe. I’ve been in love with you since the first day we met and every day with you only makes me love you more and realize that I never want to go another day without you. You are and will always be the best thing in my life and I promise to never let you forget that. I need to know that you love me too.” He pulls my chin up and looks me in the eyes, before whispering,” Do you?”
My eyes search his and I forget how to speak as he watches me, waiting for an answer. My grip on him tightens as I finally get my mouth to work. “You have no idea. I love you so much that I can’t even breathe right now.” I hold a shaky hand up. “I’m shaking right now because I never thought this day would come. You’re my best friend and my whole world. I never want to lose you. I can’t lose you. I need to know that I never will.”
He tangles his hands into the back of my hair and moves his body into mine. “You will never lose me, Tripp. I just need to know one thing?” He runs his thumb over my bottom lip, taking my breath away. “Can I keep you? I don’t just mean for today or for a week or a month. I need to know that I can keep you forever. I need you to be my something for the pain for the rest of my life.”
He surprises me by dropping down to one knee and pulling a ring out of his pocket. “Tripp Hazel Daniels, will you be my wife? I want to marry you and make you smile every day for the rest of my life. I can’t imagine a life without you and I definitely don’t want to imagine your life without me in it. Say yes . . .” He whispers the last part and that’s when I lose it.
I drop down to my knees in front of him and place a hand over my mouth as the sobs start to escape. “Yes. Yes, Alex. A million times . . . yes! Every day for the rest of my life . . . yes.” I nod my head continuously as the tears run down my face, soaking the front of my shirt.
I can barely even see the ring when Alex slips it on my finger, and I truly don’t care. It could be a vending machine ring for all I care. All that matters to me is spending the rest of my life with my best friend: my future husband.
The bar erupts into cheers when Alex pulls me into his arms and kisses me. I can hear Harley happily crying above us and jumping around in excitement.
“Can I take you home? I’ve missed you so damn much.”
I nod my head and laugh through the tears. “Yes, please. I need to get out of here.”
“Good.” Alex pulls me up to my feet and sucks my bottom lip into his mouth, biting it playfully, before releasing it. “Because I have eight days to make up to my fiancé.” He smiles big, flashing his dimples. “Fuuck . . . I love the way that sounds.”