Page 87 of Never Date a Celebrity

“Only if I’m running toward you. At an airport somewhere. When I can’t wait to be in your arms after you’ve just finished filming some Oscar-worthy blockbuster.”

Amelia couldn’t stop her grin. “You have a high opinion of me.”

No one had ever looked at her like Imogen looked at her in that moment. Like she was everything. “The highest. I’m madly in love with you, so it goes with the territory.”

Amelia raised her casted arm to her chest and feigned shock. “Madly in love with me? A celebrity?”

“I know, what are the chances? What did you tell me before?” Imogen squinted in thought. “Never say never. I think those might have been the wisest words I’ve ever heard.”

She remembered that? Amelia smiled at hearing her own motto come out of Imogen’s mouth. Then she realised she’d been so overwhelmed, she hadn’t actually said it back. “You know that I’m completely in love with you too, right? Like disgustingly so.”

Imogen beamed. “How disgustingly?”

“Like totally gross. Like wanting to come up with the most sickeningly cute pet names for each other and use them in public.”

“We need those,” Imogen said, taking the suggestion seriously. “What else?”

“Like wanting to dance with you in the living room when there isn’t any music on.”

“Oh, that is gross. Let’s.”

Amelia was on a roll. “I would even be prepared to coordinate our outfits.”

“A step too far, but I appreciate the sentiment behind it.” Imogen’s grin softened as she looked at Amelia. “How do you do that?”

“Do what?”

“Steady me. I come apart and then you look at me for five seconds and suddenly everything feels safe again.”

“It’s just us. I feel the same around you.”

Imogen’s thumb brushed slowly over Amelia’s knuckles. “I’m dying to kiss you right now.”

“Then you should do that.”

“And I will. But I’m not sure you’d want me to kiss you the way I’m going to kiss you right in the middle of this bar.” Imogen’s eyebrows lifted in suggestion.

Amelia pictured it and struggled for a coherent thought. “I do have a room,” she managed.

“You mentioned that.”

Amelia smiled. Their easy rhythm had returned. “Would you like to join me in it?”

Imogen didn’t hesitate. “I would. Now?”

“Right now.” Amelia didn’t want to wait another second to have Imogen close again.

It turned out she didn’t have to. When they stood, Imogen wrapped an arm gently around Amelia’s back and leaned in close, their noses almost touching. “Maybe just one kiss here first?”

Amelia nodded. “A warm-up,” she whispered before leaning into the featherlight touch of Imogen’s lips. Amelia melted into it instantly. It was one thing to kiss someone when you were dating. It was a whole other thing when you’d just agreed to a future together. The kiss was soft and sweet, and Amelia savoured every second of it. They were finally on the same page with this. Amelia could feel it.

“Let’s go,” Imogen said softly.

A few astonished faces watched them leave. A couple were pointing phones in their direction. They’d probably taken videos. Snapped photos with them mid lip lock. But that didn’t matter anymore. If Imogen was okay with it, they could plaster it on the front page of every magazine and newspaper for all Amelia cared.

When they stepped into the elevator, Amelia leaned forward to press the floor button and flinched. “I hope you don’t have high expectations. I’ve still got dodgy ribs and only one arm.”

“Do your lips still work?” Imogen asked.