Sylvana snaps around at his approach, guiltily, and immediately jumps up to meet him. She’s saying something under her breath, fixing his bow tie and jacket hurriedly. His hands go to his hair to calm it down, suggesting she’s pointed out that he looks a little less groomed than before, and I can’t help but watch the expression on his face, as he does what he’s told to, with zero argument. He’s completely out of his depth and nothing at all like the Jake Carrero I know and love. His eyes are raking in the faces of the people around the room, as though taking some sort of mental checklist.

My stomach tightens and my hands get clammy again. His behavior is all I need to see to know I’m right about what he has planned. Only one thing could make Jake this scared out of his mind that even his appearance is something he’s oblivious of.

Fuck. He’s really going to do this, isn’t he? He’s going to do this, and they all know! It’s why They’re all here and why she’s fussing over his clothes. It’s not that I don’t want it, it’s just so public and so … Oh my God! It hits me suddenly … Fireworks and a floor show!

His words. His promise. He really is going to do this after all. Tonight. Here!

My insides lurch up in a terrifying need to throw up. I stare down at my cold trembling, clammy hands, and take steady breaths, long, low and calm. Deliberately holding them longer and counting it out.

I won’t run. I won’t freak. I can do this. I have hurt him so many times and it always ended up hurting me as well. I need to relax and trust him on this, go with the flow just like he would. Don’t ruin something so obviously special.

I glance up as he moves to me, catching his eyes instantly, and somehow that small contact changes his demeanor. He grounds me the way he always seems to. Those endless eyes and his handsome face bringing me out of my own head. I seem to be calming him too and he’s returning the favor, if we keep looking at one another then maybe I can get through this without turning into a crazy loon who high tails it out of the door in a ridiculously long dress.

I love him, he’s all I need. His heart is just as fragile as mine, don’t bruise it, Emma.

“Dance with me?” he asks, holding out a trembling hand as he gets to my side. I take one last steadying breath to push it all down as far as I can and try to find my inner bravery. I smile up at him, adoringly, and brace for what is about to happen, resigning to let him take the lead.

fuck this up,

Jake is nervous and he’s making me

that I’m here with him, that I’m not running, and that there is no doubt about my answer. I always knew what my answer would be, from the moment I figured

much.” He smiles at me, and this time as I tilt my face back up to him, I can see it’s genuine. I

by waiting staff and lift my head to look, slightly confused. It’s not an overly

to my ear, and I face back up at him, questioningly. He blows it out over the top of my head

Don’t freak

eyes are focused on the orchestra and he’s so tense he’s almost rigid. Our dancing has slowed to a partial halt and the couples around us seem to be moving away as though they’ve been given some signal that they should do so. I’m not sure that I like the fact we seem to be in the center of the room with a widening gap happening

one as the day we found out I was pregnant and suddenly I don’t feel so brave anymore. Even in his arms I’m submerged in the icy coldness of fear engulfing

rising inside of me, and hysteria grips hold until it’s like I’m almost choking. My body starts to tense with the first signs of an all-out panic attack. I’m starting to freak out, the tension starting in my toes, sliding

then I hear

beautiful words of the singer floating our way across the crowded room. The words that will be ingrained on my brain for a lifetime. It completely stills me, like a calming balm, and somehow, he’s already figured out the one thing that would halt my fear, focusing me back to him. His arms come around me gently and with one hand he pulls my chin

“Say you love me…”

wide open and, in this moment, I forget about everything else. Every person, every terrifying feeling and anything that isn’t him. Emotions flood

all between us, the real relationship, and the beginning of feeling his love for me. The one he sent me across a crowded dance floor in an opulent setting, much like this

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