“Sorry, I missed that memo. Yes! Gah! Your mother, she’s such a monster!” Tristan made a grossed out face.
My lips curved up as I stepped into my dress. “Thank you! Now can you zip me?”
“Of course.” His hands landed on my hips before his fingers moved up and zipped my red, curve-hugging dress. “And what’s up with all that perfume she wears? Way too much Chanel.”
“Exactly!” I swung around to him and playfully slapped his chest. “Wait. How did you know what kind of perfume she wears?”
His lips found my neck, and he softly kissed me. “Because her daughter wears the same kind.”
I smiled. Maybe parts of me were extremely like Mama. “I should probably apologize to her for my freak-out, huh?”
He cocked a brow. “Is this a trick question?”
I laughed. “No.”
“Then yes, I think you should, but not until after you have an awesome birthday tonight. Your mom loves you and you love her. I think you’ll both be okay.”
I sighed, kissed his lips, and nodded once. “Okay.”
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Tristan
“I should let you go in first,” I said, rubbing my hands together. “It’s your party, and I think you should have your moment.” I stood tall in my dark blue button-down shirt and dark jeans.
“We can go in together,” she said.
I hesitated. “People will think we’re a couple.”
She held her hand out toward me with the most beautiful smile on her lips. “Aren’t we?”
Man. With those two words from her mouth, I felt like such a damn giddy asshole.
God, I love her.
Even though we both were sure about each other, it didn’t mean everyone
else in Meadows Creek would be as okay with the idea. As we walked into the bar, everyone shouted ‘Happy birthday!’ to Elizabeth, and I stepped to the side to allow all the hugs to begin.
She looked so happy from the love she was receiving.
Those were my favorite moments to take in.
It didn’t take long for the music to turn loud and the drinking to begin. Shots were being taken left and right, and the gossiping ladies of Meadows Creek were growing louder and louder as they watched Elizabeth and my every move.
After taking another shot of some nasty alcohol with her, I leaned in and whispered against her hair, “Are you okay? With the looks from people? Because if you’re not comfortable, I can stop touching you.”
“I love when you touch me. Don’t stop touching me. It’s just…hard. Everyone’s judging us,” she whispered with a frown. “Everyone’s watching us.”
“Good,” I replied. My fingers touched her lower back and her body relaxed, curving into mine. “Let them watch.”
She smiled wide and looked at me as if I was all she could see. “Kiss me?” she asked.
My lips against hers were my answer.
The night went from a calm beginning to a quick trip down drunken lane. I knew Elizabeth was going to be pretty intoxicated, so I made sure to stop drinking hours before we were going to leave. I was quick to sober up, and one of the most annoying things about being sober was dealing with the drunk people. Every now and then, Elizabeth would get pulled into conversations with the book club ladies—who she hated. I overheard them talking to her, making her feel guilty about us.
“I can’t believe you are actually with him. It seems way too soon,” one judged.