I stand there for a moment staring at the cake. My cake.
I did it.
Holy fuck, I did it.
Pressing my hands against my cheeks, I spin around to walk toward the door. A figure halts my steps.
Mason stands in the doorway of the estate house, smiling at me, still in his sleeveless tank and running shorts. His phone in his hand.
I sprint across the marble floor and hurl myself into his arms.
“You’re here! Did you see?” I lean back to see his face, my feet dangling in the air. “She loved it. She thought it was perfect. Even the flowers.”
“They match her bouquet,” he adds, kissing me sweetly.
“You saw.” I squeeze him tighter. “What are you doing here? What about your class?”
He puts me down and walks me outside, resting his hand on my lower back.
“I don’t have any until this afternoon.”
After stepping off the last stair, I look up at him. “What? You canceled them again?”
“No. I never had any scheduled until later. I just let you think I did. I knew you wanted to do this alone. I just wanted to be here if you needed me.”
I tug on his hand, pulling him against me. I press a kiss to his chest. “I love you.”
“Yeah? Wanna get married?”
My laugh cuts with a squeal when thunder claps over our heads. My hands immediately fly to my ears. I slide closer to Mason and lower my arms.
“Oh, my God. That was so loud.”
He looks up at the rapidly darkening sky.
The first few drops of rain pelt against my face. The wind picks up around us.
“We should get going, yeah? It’s coming fast.”
Mason tugs on my hand and we dart through the parking lot.
There is no gradual incline of precipitation. The rain goes from a few sprinkles darkening the asphalt to buckets being dumped from the heavens.
I shriek, staying close to Mason as he humorously tries to shield me with his T-shirt. My hair sticks to the sides of my face and water pools in my sneakers. We’re both drenched by the time we reach the delivery van around the side of the building.
I tug my keys out of my pocket.
“Out of nowhere. It was so nice today too. The sun was out.”
I look up at Mason after he speaks, watching as he wipes his hand over his face and pushes back his wet hair.
He gives me an odd look. “What is it?”
Buckling over with my hand clutching my stomach, I fall into a fit of laughter as the rain continues to beat down on us.
“Something funny, gorgeous? You’ve lost me here.”
I grab his face and stand on my toes to kiss him. “It was beautiful today. All day, and now it’s raining.”
“Yeah,” he replies, still confused. “That it is.”
“It feels good, doesn’t it? I love sweet storms like this.”
Lightning flashes across the sky, startling me again. We both look up, then at each other.
“We need to get in the van,” he tells me. “With lightning, we’ll be safe in there. Come on.”
A wicked little thought pops into my head. Biting my lip, I grab his arm and lead him around the back of the vehicle. I quickly unlock the door and climb inside.
“What are you doing?” he asks, looking around the open space.
I reach for him, fisting his shirt. “I’m willing to bet you’ve never had sex in a delivery van before.”
He arches his brow. Rain beads up on it. “Can’t say I have.”
“Me either.”
I tug and he tumbles on top of me, pinning me beneath him, or maybe he lunges for me when he hears I’m giving him another one of my firsts.
I’m too happy to care how I get him. He’s mine.
You hear that, bitches? MINE.
The End
Overjoyed by Matchbox Twenty
More Than Anyone by Gavin Degraw
Come Around by Rosi Golan
Replay by Zendaya
Sugar by Maroon 5
Clumsy by Fergie
Somewhere Only We Know by Keane
Mr. Daniels, thank you for being my best friend, for being an amazing husband and father, and for your steady support as we navigate through this crazy world together. Your face is my favorite face of all faces.
To my betas, thank you ladies for reading Sweet Obsession, and for going through this writing process with me and being my little voices of encouragement when I needed you. Beth Cranford, on top of everything else you do for me, thank you for sitting down with this story at the end and proofing it, timeline checking, and making sure Joey stays as fabulous as he should be. Kellie Richardson, Pwincess, thank you for your amazing teasers, and for loving this series almost as much as them Bama Boys. (Now that I think about it, Ben should’ve been in this. He could’ve arrested Paul at the bar.)
To my agent, Kimberly Brower, thank you for your countless emails and unwavering support. To Ellie McLove, I know . . . I need to give you more time, but you secretly like the ridiculously short turn-around schedule I throw at you, right?
My heartfelt thanks to all the bloggers who supported Sweet Obsession, for your reviews and messages you send me, and for helping me reach more readers than I could ever imagine. To Kylie with Give Me Books, thank you for everything you do for me. Please come to the states so I can hug you!
To my Instagram girls, there are way too many of you to list here. Know that each and every one of you mean the world to me. Thank you for everything.
Finally, my biggest thanks goes to my readers. Thank you all for your excitement and patience with Mason & Brooke’s story. I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Now, about that Joey book . . .
Xo,
J
J. Daniels is the NY Times and USA Today Bestselling author of the Sweet Addiction series and the Alabama Summer series.
She loves curling up with a good book, drinking a ridiculous amount of coffee, and writing stories her children will never read. J grew up in Baltimore and resides in Maryland with her family.
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Alabama Summer Series
Where I Belong
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All I Want
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When I Fall
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Where We Belong
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What I Need ~ Coming Soon
Sweet Addiction Series
Sweet Addiction
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Sweet Possession
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Sweet Obsession