And then I looked up.
Jamie Jaymeson wasn’t messaging me on Facebook. He was real, in the flesh — and he was kneeling in front of me. An adorable, worshipful smile crossed his lips as he reached for my phone, set it on the bed, and wrapped his warm hands around my fingertips.
“Demanding little minx, aren’t you, love?” Those same full lips curled into a gut-wrenching smile that had me full-on melting against the bed.
“I love you.” Each word was said so softly that my ears strained to hear. “I love you.” He looked into my eyes and repeated, “I love you.” With a sigh he lifted my hands to his lips and kissed every single finger before uttering again, “I love you.”
My breath caught as he lifted my palm to his mouth and kissed. “I want to spend my life saying those three little words… every chance I get. Priscilla, will you rescue me? Will you reform me? Will you partner with me? Will you do me the greatest honor of becoming my wife?”
“No way,” a low voice muttered.
I looked up with blurry eyes to see Demetri, Alec, Nat, and Alyssa watching the exchange. Demetri looked like he was about ready to pass out while Alec was grinning like a fool.
Jaymeson cleared his throat.
I glanced back at him, at his beautiful green eyes, dark hair, full lips, he was beautiful on the outside — it’s what had attracted me to him in the first place. But I could honestly say, it was his heart that I loved the most.
“Yes,” I whispered. “Yes!”
I flung myself into his arms nearly knocking him over.
Alec whistled while Demetri looked like he needed a paper bag to breathe into.
“What’s all the noise?” my sister asked in a sleepy voice. Then she rubbed her eyes and paled. “Pris, please tell me I don’t have both members of AD2 in my room as well as Jamie Jaymeson.”
“Uhh…” I laughed. Dani had only met the guys a few times, and even then she’d been so tongue-tied she’d actually gone pale and just walked away.
“Want me to sing you a song?” Demetri offered, grinning like a fool. Alyssa smacked him in the stomach, and he bent over in pain.
“See?” Alec laughed. “We’re real.”
“Pris,” Dani croaked. “I think, when I’m not so tired, we have some catching up to do.”
“Yeah.” I pried myself away from Jaymeson and grabbed her hand. “We do.”
Chapter Forty-Four
Jaymeson
Demetri alternated between eyeing me like I was high and shaking his head, before he finally resorted to muttering to himself. Pretty sure this was one of those times he wished he still did drugs.
“You fell fast.” He shook his head. “Less than two months and you’re proposing.”
“When you know, you know,” I teased.
His eyes narrowed, and then he pointed. “We’re getting married first.”
“You and me?” I asked innocently.
“Jackass. Me and Lyss. Don’t go raining on our parade, I want to have sex again. Lots and lots of sex. I will not have my British brother c**k block me!”
“Shh.” Alec gave me an irritated look. “She’s sleeping.”
It was just us three and Dani.
The girls had gone to get food and thought it might be smarter to keep us all secluded in the room so we wouldn’t be responsible for another nurse passing out. I didn’t actually see it happen, but apparently when Demetri accidently walked into the wrong room, a nurse was so startled — he says by his good looks — that she fainted.
I think she was just overworked and exhausted.
But Demetri was convinced it was his presence. Yeah, good luck with that one, Alyssa. He was still as cocky as ever.
Dani had fallen asleep again on account of all the drugs they were pumping through her system, which was probably a good thing considering her heart monitor had gone crazy once she realized that all of us were, in fact, standing together in her hospital room.
My phone started ringing.
Peter.
It was the third time he’d called me that day.
“I’ll be back, guys.” I answered the phone and walked hastily into the waiting room. “I won’t change my mind.”
“Jamie,” a gruff voice said. “This is Danny Erickson, I’m sitting here with your agent discussing the movie’s future.”
“Sir.” I cleared my throat. “I’m sorry that I turned down the in-person audition, but there’s no way I could leave—”
“I understand, son.” His voice was gruff. “I lost my little girl to a car accident when she was seven. She was riding her bike in the street and got clipped.”
I sucked in a breath. “That’s awful, my condolences, sir.”
“What I’m trying to say, and what I’ve been telling your agent for the past two hours is… you need to do what you need to do. But this movie? It’s not going to get made unless you have the lead. I believe in you for the part, and I can’t imagine anyone but you playing it.”
It felt good to be wanted, but I couldn’t leave Pris. “I just asked my girlfriend to marry me.”
“Congratulations!” Danny sounded genuinely happy. “Would that be the girl who did the scene with you?”
“Yeah,” I said in a voice that probably sounded more blissful than business.
“Great, that makes this so much easier.”
“This?”