"My intentions would be simple," he says with a deep, heated gaze, his warm breath fanning across my face.
He slowly moves himself even closer to me so that our bodies are mere millimeters away from touching, causing breathing to become a chore. "M...
There are some lines spoken in Tagalog in this chapter! I used TagalogTranslate.com for these, but I know translation sites are notorious for bad translations, so if you actually speak Tagalog, please let me know the correct way of saying the phrases so I can update them! 💙
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By the time Jayce and I park in his reserved spot and climb off his motorcycle, the sky is painted in stunning oranges, reds and purples and the Harvest Party is in full swing.
Live music blasts through the square and the entire downtown area is buzzing with conversation, laughter, squealing kids and the incredible fragrances of about 10 different food trucks.
A gentle, cool breeze weaves through the crowds and kisses my skin, clarifying my mind and making my senses come alive.
I love the fall.
Walking through the crowd, everyone seems to be glancing at Jayce and I, turning to each other and whispering. It's unnerving and I can't help but tug at the top of my dress, feeling like I'm being inspected and judged.
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"No need to mess with it," Jayce whispers under his breath, smiling sweetly and gently removing my hand from pulling at the fabric of my dress. "You look incredible. They're all just jealous of how pretty you are."
"No," I whisper back as we continue moving through the peeping crowd. "They're confused about why Jayce Solis arrived with a nobody."
He snorts, the perfect embodiment of "Seriously?" plastered on his face. "Trust me, no one is thinking that. They're trying to figure out who you are."
"Exactly. This is so awkward," I mumble, looking at the ground and letting my hair fall to hide my tomato-red cheeks. I'm used to having people stare at me when I'm dressed up for work, but in my head they're staring at a princess character, not me, Fallon. I've never done well with being the center of attention. Hence why I have, ya know, one friend.
"Tink, cut it out," Jayce comes to a halt and steps in front of me, placing his large hands on the sides of my shoulders. "Do you think women like Princess Diana, Whitney Houston and Grace Kelly got embarrassed and tried to hide their beauty when people looked at them?" He shakes his head solemnly. "No, they owned it. So will you please stop acting like every other wrongly insecure girl on the planet, and show this town the confident, sassy, unstoppable Fallon that I love?"
I blink up at him, astounded by the depth and truth of all his words... But one word in particular. "Love?"
Realization washes over him and his eyes widen slightly. He drops his hands and steps back from me. "Uhh, I just mean, like... You're amazing and it drives me crazy when girls get so wrapped up in feeling fat, or ugly, or whatever the fuck that they stop letting themselves be who they really are."
