Dancing Away with the Player | Book #3

A Mircale

All I could do was stare back at him. He's awake. This had to be a miracle. I didn't expect for him to be awake so soon, but I was glad. His eyes moved away from mine to look around the room, trying to be aware of his surroundings. James looked at the IV in his right arm then looked back at me. He pulled his hand away from mine and I instantly felt the loss of coldness from his hand. He then raised it to my cheek.

"Johnston," he said, a slight smile on his face.

"Maxwell," I greeted back.

"Can you come closer for a second?" He asked me.

I looked at him oddly, but followed. "What is it? Do you need some water? Do you want me to go get the doc–"

"Just come closer," he demanded.

I shut my mouth then moved closer, our lips almost touching. He placed a piece of my hair behind my ear, like he usually did to it. His brown orbs searched my face then landed on my lips, causing my breath to hitch. He hand moved from my cheek to the back of my neck and pulled me into him, making our lips slam into each other. The world around me slowed down, so I could be in this moment. My heart fluttered, and I kissed back, cherishing the moment and James.

I pulled away from him. "Wait–hold on, why are you kissing me and not worrying about your fiancée?"

He blinked. "I have a fiancé?"

I looked at him, confused. "Yes you do. Don't tell me you don't remember that?"

James chuckled. "I remember, I was joking."

"What do you remember? Do you have your memories all back or..." I nervously asked.

"I remember everything, from the moment we first met up until now," he replied.

I leaned forward, wrapping my arms around him. "I'm sorry for choosing Dylan over you. I'll always–"

He rubbed my back. "Regret it, I know."

I pulled back, staring into his eyes. "I'm sorry I didn't make it in time for your flight to stop you. When I got there–"

He cut me off. "You came?"

I nodded. "Of course I would. I love you James and I never want to lose you again."

James pressed his forehead to mine. "No, I love you and I don't want our story to end either."

I smiled. "You heard me?"

It was his time to nod his head. "Princess, I heard everything. From the fight between you and my parents, you talking to me, to Paris giving you my ring. I heard it all."

I frowned. "I can't believe your father did that."

He shrugged. "I should've expected it sooner. I always saw them talking when he visited, but didn't think too much of it. When I would enter the room, they became quiet."

"Well, I'm glad that the truth has come out and you're not an almost married man anymore," I told him.

"You know, I was really never going to marry her. The only person I want is standing right in front of me. You're the one who I want to walk down the isle with," he confessed, making my heart pound against my chest.

I pecked his lips. "I would love nothing more than to do that."

His smirked. "So, what are we waiting for?"