Margaux POV
The silence stretched just a little too long.
Dean’s hand was still wrapped around mine.
Warm.
Steady.
The only thing stopping me from falling apart.
Lucy looked between us before clapping her hands together.
“Absolutely not.”
Dean frowned.
“What?”
“We are not waiting until tomorrow.”
She pointed between us dramatically.
“You two finally stopped dancing around each other after, what, months? We’re celebrating.”
Dean chuckled.
“I think that’s a little dramatic.”
“It isn’t.”
“It is.”
Lucy ignored him.
“We’re all dressed. Carter’s here. You’re here. Margaux’s here.”
She smiled brightly.
“So we’re going now.”
“Lucy…” I started quietly.
“Nope.”
She looped her arm through Carter’s.
“I already know a place five minutes away.”
Dean looked down at me.
One look
