“I love you too, Stephen.”
My heart soars as I end the call.
I love the two of them. I never stopped, even when we weren’t a part of each other’s lives. And now it’s like we’re picking right back up where we left off, as if no time has passed at all.
Chance’s SUV pulls up to his apartment building, and I step out of the car.
His eyebrows draw together as he spots me. “What’s wrong?”
I let out a low chuckle. “Everything’s fine, relax.”
“You came all the way to Philly because everything’s fine?”
“I came all the way to Philly to see you.” I clasp his hand, threading our fingers together, and I tug him toward his building. “Come on. Let’s go inside.”
He eyes my duffle bag. “You staying over?”
“Wanted to catch you before your flight leaves tomorrow.”
“It’s an early one.”
I shoot him a wink. “I won’t keep you up too late.”
The hint of a smirk pulls at the corner of his mouth as he leads us inside. He knows damn well that I have every intention of keeping him up until sunrise.
We’re quiet on the elevator ride upstairs, anticipation building in the silence between us. Normally, I’d be talking his ear off about anything and everything, just to annoy him.
But tonight is different.
My eyes bounce around Chance’s apartment as I step inside. It’s exactly what I expected—minimal decorations; minimal color; lots of black and gray. It doesn’t feel warm and inviting. It doesn’t really feel lived-in at all.
“Stop judging me,” he says as he drops his keys into a dish on the entryway table.
I hold up my palms on either side of my head. “Not judging.”
He puts his hands on his hips, his defenses rising. “Tell me why you’re here.”
Damn, he looks good.He’s in a suit from his press conference, a charcoal color with a crisp black button-up underneath. His usual messy hair is styled neatly, putting his big brown eyes on full display. Chance is strikingly beautiful. Tall, dark, and handsome with an edge. And he’s finally mine.
I toss my duffle onto the floor and step into his space. “I saw your press conference.”
He arches a brow. “And...?”
My fingers slowly work the buttons on his shirt, popping them open one by one. “And I’m so proud of you.”
His eyes tighten as he holds himself still, not one for praise.
I continue, unbuckling his belt next. “It was such a turn-on hearing you talk about our relationship in front of everyone likethat.” I slip his jacket off his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. “You let the world know that you are mine, and that I belong to you—that the three of us are forever entwined.”
His lips part with his shallow breaths.
I remove his shirt next, leaving him in a tight black tank top. “Fuck, you look good, baby.” I dip my head and press soft kisses to his neck. “I know it wasn’t easy for you to do what you did today, and I just wanted to show you how good it made me feel.”
Chance reaches out and cups my face in his strong hands. “Is that what you think, that it wasn’t easy for me?”
My eyes bounce between his. “I know you don’t like talking about your feelings, especially in front of the press. You just came out and told the world you’re bisexual. This is a huge deal.”
He shakes his head as he leans in and nips at my bottom lip. “It’s been a long time coming, Stephen. I was ready. I don’t want to hide this anymore.”