The hotel suite was filled with laughter, music, and the unmistakable scent of expensive perfume and champagne. Jane's bachelorette party was in full swing, and Alex was doing her best to blend into the background. She wasn't really a party girl, nor was she a fan of the over-the-top decorations screaming "Bride Squad" in glittery letters. But she was Jane's sister, and skipping the party would have been unthinkable.
She sipped her drink quietly, trying to stay out of the spotlight while the other women gushed over Jane's upcoming wedding. That was, until Jane turned her attention directly to her.
"You know, Alex, I really thought you'd have found Mr. Right by now," Jane said with a dramatic sigh, swirling her wine glass. "I mean, you're thirty. That's... kind of the deadline, isn't it?"
A few of Jane's friends chuckled, and Alex's grip on her glass tightened. She forced a small smile. "Wow, thanks, Jane. I really needed that reminder."
But Jane wasn't done. She tilted her head, pretending to be thoughtful. "I just don't get it. You're smart, I guess. A little weird with your books and all, but not terrible looking. There must be someone out there willing to put up with that... right?"
Another round of laughter.
Alex took a slow, deep breath. She had promised herself she wouldn't take the bait tonight. Jane loved getting a reaction out of her.
So, she stayed silent.
Jane's eyes gleamed. She leaned forward, clearly enjoying herself. "Or maybe," she continued, voice dripping with faux sympathy, "you're just too picky? That's it, isn't it? You're waiting for some perfect, fictional Prince Charming. Hate to break it to you, Alex, but guys like that don't exist. Unless, of course, you're planning to marry one of your books?"
Alex exhaled sharply through her nose, setting her drink down with just a little too much force. "You know what, Jane? Not everyone needs a husband to feel validated. Some of us actually have lives outside of wedding planning and Instagram-worthy proposals."
Jane gasped, her hand flying to her chest in mock offense. "Ouch. No need to get defensive just because you're still single at - what is it? Oh, right - thirty."
Alex's temper finally snapped. "And no need to be such a condescending bitch just because you found someone desperate enough to marry you!"
The room went dead silent. The laughter stopped. The music, though still playing, felt distant, like background noise in a bad dream.
Jane's expression hardened, and for a second, Alex thought she might throw her drink into her face. But instead, Jane just smiled. "Well, that was uncalled for."
Alex shook her head, more exhausted than angry now. "You know what? I'm done. Have fun at your party. Play your little games with someone else."
Without waiting for a reply, she turned on her heel, yanked open the door, and stormed out - only to crash straight into someone solid and warm.
The impact nearly knocked her off balance, but strong hands instinctively grabbed her arms, steadying her.
Alex barely had time to register the solid wall of muscle she had just crashed into before two strong hands gripped her arms, steadying her.
"Whoa, easy there," a deep, slightly amused voice said.
Her head snapped up, and for a moment, she forgot how to breathe.
The man in front of her was gorgeous. Not in the polished, arrogant way so many guys at Jane's party had been, but more of a roguish nature. Dark-blond short curly hair, striking blue eyes, and a jawline so sharp it could probably cut glass. Her gaze flicked over his face, drawn to the small, distinct birthmark just above his eyebrow - and another one right beside his left eye.
That tiny imperfection only made him look better, as if the universe had realized he was too perfect and decided to mark him, just to be fair to everyone else.
And right now, he was looking at her with mild concern, one eyebrow quirked as if waiting for her to say something.
"Sorry," Alex muttered, her voice slightly breathless as she took a step back.
"No problem." His grip loosened, but his hands lingered just a second longer before he let go. "You okay?"
Alex exhaled sharply, still rattled - not just from the collision but from the argument she had left behind. She knew Jane was probably putting on a whole dramatic show for her friends right now, playing the innocent victim. The thought made her stomach churn.
"Yeah. Just needed some air," she said, rubbing her temples.
The guy glanced toward the open hotel suite door, where Jane's shrill voice could still be heard. Though he didn't comment, the slight twitch of his lips suggested he had a pretty good guess about what had just gone down.
Then his gaze dropped to her shirt, and his smirk widened. "'Team Bride,' huh? Guessing that didn't go so well?"
Alex followed his gaze, groaning when she saw the ridiculous, glittery letters stretched across her chest. Jane had practically forced her to wear the damn thing. She had already been dreading this weekend, but being physically branded as part of the "bride squad" had made it even worse.
"I'm not the bride," she clarified quickly, crossing her arms as if that might hide the evidence. "Just the older, single, and apparently pathetic sister of the bride."
"Ah," the man said, nodding in understanding. "That kind of bride."
Alex raised an eyebrow. "You say that like you know the type."
"Let's just say I've been to enough weddings to know that some brides get... intense." His grin was teasing but not mocking, and for some reason, that made Alex relax a little.
For the first time since the evening started, she felt like she could breathe.
"You know what? Screw it. I need a drink." she declared. "I'm heading to the hotel bar."
The guy tilted his head, considering her for a second before flashing an easy, boyish grin. "Mind some company?"
Alex hesitated. She wasn't usually the type to chat up random strangers, but something about him put her at ease. He had a natural warmth about him - like the kind of person who could make anyone feel like an old friend within minutes. And honestly? Drinking alone sounded depressing.
"Sure," she said finally. "As long as you're buying the first round."
"Deal," he said, stepping aside to let her walk with him.
They headed down the hall together, leaving the drama behind.
The dim glow of the hotel bar was a welcome contrast to the bright, over-the-top decorations of Jane's suite. The space was classy but relaxed, with low lighting, dark wood furniture, and the soft hum of conversation filling the air. A few guests were scattered around, some at the tables, others at the bar, but it wasn't crowded - exactly what Alex needed.
He led the way, weaving effortlessly through the room before stopping at the bar. He turned to her with an easy grin. "Alright, Team Bride. What's your poison?"
Alex snorted. "Tequila. Definitely tequila."
"Bold choice." His smile widened as he signaled to the bartender. "Two tequilas, with salt and lime, please."
The bartender nodded and quickly set everything up - two shot glasses filled to the brim, two small salt shakers and fresh lime wedges on a napkin.
"You know the drill?" he asked, picking up his shot glass.
Alex rolled her eyes. "Please. If you grew up with my sister, you'd be a tequila expert, too."
He chuckled. "Alright then, let's see if you do it right."
Alex smirked, grabbed her lime wedge, and licked the back of her hand before sprinkling salt on it. He mirrored her, amusement dancing in his blue eyes. Together, they licked the salt, downed their tequila shots in one go, then quickly bit into their lime slices.
Alex exhaled as the familiar burn spread through her chest, the sour bite of lime making her shiver slightly. When she opened her eyes, he was watching her with an amused expression.
"What?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Nothing," he said, though the way his lips twitched suggested otherwise. "Just impressed. You took that like a pro."
"Please," Alex said, waving him off. "That was nothing."
"Guess we'll have to test that theory," he mused, already signaling the bartender for another round.
Alex laughed, shaking her head. "Since when is this a competition?"
"Since you acted like one shot was too easy for you."
"Unbelievable," she muttered, but she was smiling.
As the bartender prepared their second round, he leaned in slightly, his voice dropping just enough to make her stomach flip.
"Since we're drinking together, I feel like we should at least know each other's names. I'm Buck, by the way."
Alex blinked in surprise. They had gone through an entire tequila shot without even introducing themselves.
"Alex," she said, reaching out instinctively to shake his hand.
His grip was warm and firm, his touch lingering just a second longer than necessary. Up close, she couldn't help but notice the little details - the slight roughness of his fingertips, the tattoos on his arms and his mischievous grin, made it almost impossible to look away.
"Nice to meet you, Alex," Buck said, his voice a little lower now, more intimate.
Alex swallowed, feeling a heat rise in her that had nothing to do with the tequila.
"Likewise," she murmured.
The moment stretched, thick with something unspoken. And then Buck leaned back slightly, breaking the tension just enough to smirk at her.
A moment later their second round of tequila arrived. He handed Alex one of the shot glasses with a teasing grin.
"Alright, Alex. Since we're drinking together and we do know each other's names now, I say we make things more interesting."
Alex arched an eyebrow, already sensing trouble. "Interesting how?"
"Drinking game," Buck said, pausing for dramatic effect before adding, "Truth or Lie."
Alex gave him a suspicious look. "Truth or Dare?"
"Nope. Truth or lie," Buck corrected. "We each say something about ourselves. The other person has to guess whether it's true or a lie. If they guess wrong, they take a shot. If they guess right, the one who told the lie has to drink."
Alex hummed, considering. "And if you only tell the truth?"
Buck smirked. "Then you're either boring or really bad at lying."
"I'm not bad at lying," Alex said, a little too fast.
"Oh, we'll see about that," Buck teased, nudging her shot glass toward her. "Ladies first."
Alex tapped her fingers against the glass, pretending to think. Finally, she looked Buck straight in the eyes and, with a perfectly serious face, said: "I once got kicked out of Comic-Con for sneaking into a panel I wasn't supposed to be at."
Buck studied her, his blue eyes scanning her face for any tells. The way she held his gaze without blinking… damn, she was good.
"Lie," he finally said.
Alex grinned. "Wrong. I was thirteen. My cousin and I wanted to see a Marvel panel, but we didn't have tickets. So, we may have crawled through a maintenance hallway to get in. Security was not impressed."
Buck blinked. "Okay, that's actually impressive."
"Drink up, Buck," Alex said smugly, nodding toward his tequila and leaning back with a victorious smile.
Buck shook his head with a laugh but took his shot without argument. Then, as he set the glass down, he slowly licked the salt from his lips, clearly aware that Alex was watching.
"Alright, my turn," he said, taking his time before speaking. "I once rescued a cat from a tree… while wearing nothing but my boxers."
Alex burst out laughing. "That has to be a lie."
Buck grinned. "Nope. Completely true. Long story short: The neighbor's cat got stuck in a tree at exactly the wrong time. And firefighters don't get to pick their moments."
Alex shook her head, still laughing. "I need all details about this story."
"Maybe after another round," Buck winked at her and told the bar keeper to leave the bottle with them.
They kept playing, their laughter growing louder, their gazes lingering longer. Every time their fingers brushed, Alex felt a spark. The alcohol made them bolder, the space between them smaller.
Until Buck finally leaned in just a little, resting his arm casually on the bar, his voice dropping to a low, teasing tone: "You're actually really bad at lying."
Alex raised an eyebrow. "Oh, really?"
"Mhmmm," Buck nodded, his gaze flickering briefly to her lips. "I can always tell. Except for one thing."
"And what's that?" Alex whispered, her heartbeat picking up speed.
Buck grinned, his voice dropping even lower. "I can't tell if you're playing this game just to win… or if you're just looking for an excuse to keep drinking with me."
Alex let his words hang in the air for a moment before - very slowly - reaching for her shot glass. Then, holding his gaze, she lifted the glass to her lips, paused just long enough to keep him waiting, and downed the tequila in one smooth motion.
"Guess you'll have to figure that out," she said, licking the salt off her lips, the smirk never leaving her face.
The moment was perfect - charged, electric. The kind where time slows just a little, and all Alex could think about was the way Buck was looking at her.
And then—
"ALEXANDRA!"
Alex squeezed her eyes shut. No. Nope. Absolutely not.
But when she opened them, Jane was there, standing in the entrance of the bar in her ridiculous pink sash that read Bride-to-Be, hands on her hips, eyes locked on Alex like a heat-seeking missile.
"Oh, shit," Alex muttered.
"Friend of yours?" Buck asked, leaning back slightly but still very much in her space.
"Worse," Alex sighed. "That's my sister."
Jane stalked toward them, her heels clicking sharply against the floor. She was fuming - and clearly enjoying the attention she was getting from the other bar patrons as she dramatically closed in.
"What the hell, Alex?!" Jane's voice carried loud enough that even the bartender winced. "You just vanished! We've been looking for you everywhere!
"Yeah, right," Alex scoffed. "As if you cared."
Jane ignored the sarcasm. Her eyes flicked to Buck, and immediately, her expression shifted. The outrage softened, replaced by something far more calculating.
"Ohhh," Jane drawled, flipping her hair over her shoulder. "I see what's happening here."
Alex's stomach dropped. Here we go.
"So that's why you ran off? You're ditching my bachelorette party to flirt with some poor random guy who's clearly too polite to walk away?"
"First of all, I didn't ditch your party, I stepped out for air." Alex corrected. "Second, I—"
"I'm not just some poor random guy," Buck cut in smoothly.
Both sisters turned to him.
Buck, ever the charmer, leaned his elbow on the bar, flashing Jane the same easy grin that had already worked wonders on Alex. "Evan Buckley. Most people call me Buck."
Jane's eyes lit up with immediate interest. Of course they did.
"Well, Buck," Jane purred, flipping the switch into full flirt mode. "It's so nice to meet you. I was just wondering what kind of man would willingly hang out with my sister for longer than five minutes."
Alex ground her teeth together.
"The kind who likes smart, funny women who aren't into drama.," he said easily. He smiled at Alex, warm and genuine.
Then he glanced back at Jane and added, "But I'm sure that's not everyone's preference."
Jane faltered for a moment, but then continued. "So, what do you do for a living, Buck?" she asked, tilting her head in that practiced, flirty way.
"Firefighter and First responder," Buck said easily.
Jane's eyebrows shot up. "Ohhh, wow. A hero. That's impressive."
Alex clenched her jaw.
"You must be in great shape," Jane continued, not-so-subtly eyeing him up and down.
Buck just smiled. "Part of the job."
Alex shot him a don't encourage her look, but Buck just smirked.
"Well, Buck, I should warn you - an evening with Alex is about as thrilling as watching paint dry. She'll probably spend the whole time talking about fantasy books or analyzing the latest TV show she's obsessed with."
Alex stiffened, gripping the edge of the bar. "At least I have interests that go beyond taking selfies and planning the next 'perfect' Instagram post."
Jane let out a dramatic gasp. "Oh, come on, sis. No need to get defensive. I was just giving Buck a little heads-up." Her gaze flickered back to Buck, her smile turning saccharine. "But hey, if you're looking for some real fun, you should join us at my party. The girls would love you. In fact—" She tilted her head. "My maid of honor is single. And trust me, she's way more your type."
Buck leaned forward, resting a forearm on the bar as he glanced between the two sisters. "You know, Jane," he said, his tone light but firm, "I think I can decide for myself what kind of company I enjoy."
Jane's smile faltered for half a second before she laughed, brushing a hand through her perfectly styled hair. "Oh, of course! I was just trying to do you a favor. You seem like a guy who appreciates a little… excitement."
Alex scoffed, swirling the rim of her tequila shot with her finger. "Right, because nothing says excitement like a group of drunk girls shrieking over male strippers."
Jane gasped, clutching her chest dramatically. "Wow, Alex, bitter much?"
Alex finally turned fully toward her sister, her patience wearing thin. "You dragged me here knowing I wouldn't enjoy this, just so you could have an audience to humiliate me. But newsflash, Jane - just because I don't fit into your perfect little mold doesn't mean my life is any less valid than yours."
Jane's eyes narrowed, clearly not used to Alex pushing back so directly. "God, why do you have to be so difficult? It wouldn't kill you to loosen up and actually have fun for once."
Alex exhaled sharply, then downed her tequila in one swift motion. She slammed the glass onto the bar before biting into the lime wedge, not breaking eye contact with Jane. When she was done, she wiped her mouth and smirked. "Oh, trust me, I'm having plenty of fun."
Jane huffed, rolling her eyes again. "Whatever. Enjoy your little nerd bonding session." With that, she turned on her heel and strutted back toward the party.
As Jane disappeared into the crowd, leaving behind nothing but lingering annoyance and a bitter aftertaste, Alex let out a long breath.
"Well," she muttered. "That was fun."
Buck chuckled, shaking his head. "Can't say I didn't see that coming."
Alex rolled her eyes. "Of course you did. Jane has a way of making everything about herself."
Buck leaned in slightly, lowering his voice. "Well, for what it's worth, I think you handled her pretty damn well."
"You mean I didn't flip the table and storm out? Yeah, that's progress." She huffed, staring down at the empty shot glass in front of her. Although she was always determined not to let her sister provoke her, Jane always managed to push her buttons. Every single time. And she hated it so much.
"Dance with me."
Alex blinked, yanked out of her train of thoughts. "What?"
"Dance with me." Buck repeated.
"Here?" She glanced around. The bar wasn't a club - it was more of a relaxed, moody spot with warm lighting and a faint hum of conversation. But in the background, the soft, sultry notes of an old blues song played, the kind that wrapped around you like velvet.
Buck just smiled. "Why not?"
She hesitated. "There's barely any space."
"Then I guess we'll just have to stay close."
Her breath caught, but before she could overthink it, Buck was already pulling her into a quiet corner.
His hands found her waist, firm but careful, and she let her arms drape over his shoulders. They moved slowly, barely swaying, but it wasn't really about the dance. It was about the way their bodies pressed together, the way his fingers traced lazy circles against the small of her back, the way her pulse fluttered when he dipped his head just enough for his breath to ghost over her cheek.
"This okay?" he murmured.
Alex swallowed, her fingers tightening slightly against the fabric of his shirt. "Yeah."
They stayed like that, wrapped in the music, wrapped in each other. The tequila buzz softened the world around them, making everything feel warmer, hazier.
Then Buck shifted, his nose grazing her temple, and Alex exhaled sharply. Her fingers curled against his neck, and when she tilted her head just enough to look at him, she found his eyes already locked onto hers - dark, unreadable, but undeniably focused on her.
Neither of them spoke. They didn't need to.
And then, just like gravity pulling them in, Buck leaned down - just as Alex tilted up -
Their lips met.
Soft at first, testing, but the slow burn they had been dancing around all night ignited. Buck's grip tightened, pulling her flush against him, and Alex melted into him like she had been waiting for this all along.
The bar, the people, even Jane - everything else faded.
There was only this. Only them.
Buck's hands were firm on her waist, his lips insistent yet unhurried, like he was savoring every second. Alex wasn't sure if it was the tequila, the tension that had been simmering between them all night, or just him - but she was already addicted.
Somewhere in the back of her mind, she registered that they were still in public, that people might be watching. But then Buck opened her mouth with his and he let his tongue slip in, and any rational thought disintegrated.
She made a soft sound against his mouth, and that was it - whatever self-restraint Buck had left snapped.
"Come with me," he murmured, voice low and rough.
Alex barely had time to grab her purse before Buck was already leading her toward the exit, his fingers wrapped around hers, his pace determined. The moment they stepped into the dimly lit hallway outside the bar, he backed her against the wall, crashing his mouth onto hers again, hands sliding over her hips, gripping, wanting.
Alex gasped against his lips, her fingers tangling in his shirt, tugging him closer. She could feel his heart pounding just as hard as hers, the heat radiating between them like a live wire.
"Your room or mine?" she breathed against his lips.
Buck huffed out a short laugh, pressing his forehead to hers. "That depends - do you wanna risk running into your sister?"
Alex groaned. "Absolutely not."
Buck smirked. "Then mine it is."
Before she could overthink it, Buck laced their fingers together again and pulled her toward the elevators. The ride up was torture - standing so close, heat buzzing between them, their eyes locked, both knowing exactly what was coming next.
The second they stumbled into his room, the door barely clicking shut behind them, Buck had her pressed against it, lips claiming hers, hands everywhere - gripping her waist, sliding under her shirt, tracing along the sensitive skin at the small of her back.
Alex moaned softly, arching into him, fingers tugging at his belt, and Buck groaned against her mouth. "You sure about this?" he rasped.
Alex met his gaze, her lips swollen, her breath ragged. "Buck," she murmured, reaching for the hem of his shirt. "Just shut up and kiss me."
And he did.
The way Buck kissed her - desperate, greedy, but still teasing - had Alex's knees threatening to buckle. He backed her toward the bed, fingers skimming under the hem of her shirt, setting her skin ablaze with every touch.
She barely registered the moment he tugged it over her head, dropping it carelessly to the floor. His hands slid over her bare skin, tracing the curve of her waist, the dip of her spine, his lips trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down her neck.
"You're so damn beautiful," he murmured against her skin, and Alex felt the words everywhere.
She responded by pushing his shirt up and over his head, hands splaying over his chest, tracing the defined muscles, the faint dusting of hair. Her fingers brushed against the little birthmark just above his eyebrow, then the one beside his eye, and something about it - about him - made her stomach flip.
But there was no time to dwell on it, not when Buck was already working on the clasp of her bra, not when he was looking at her like that.
The moment the fabric slipped away, he groaned, leaning in to press his mouth over the newly exposed skin. Alex let her head fall back, a breathy moan slipping from her lips as his hands roamed lower, fingers tracing the waistband of her jeans.
"Still sure about this?" Buck rasped, his lips hovering over hers, his breath ragged.
Alex smiled, reaching down between them and making quick work of his button and zipper. "Oh, I'm sure."
His pupils darkened, something primal flashing in his eyes. "Good," he growled, and then suddenly she was on the bed, the cool sheets a stark contrast to the heat radiating between them.
Clothes disappeared in a blur - jeans, shoes, everything in their way, gone within seconds.
Then it was just skin on skin, hands and mouths and desperate need.
Buck settled between her thighs, his weight pressing her into the mattress, his lips exploring every inch of her like he had all the time in the world. Alex gasped, her fingers digging into his shoulders as his mouth trailed lower, then lower still, leaving her completely undone when he feasted on her.
She was breathless when he finally reached over to the nightstand, tearing open a foil packet with his teeth, his gaze locked on hers, intense and damn near devastating.
Then he was back, lips on hers, hands laced, moving together in perfect rhythm, bodies fitting like they were meant for this.
And when they finally shattered together, gasping, clinging to each other like the world outside no longer existed, Alex knew - she was in trouble.
Big, big trouble.
Alex's chest rose and fell in sync with Buck's, their bodies still tangled in the sheets, skin still flushed from the aftershocks of what they had just done.
Her head rested against his shoulder, fingers lazily tracing his intricate geometric tattoo on his chest, which included a circle, a triangle, and a square intertwined with each other, feeling the steady thump of his heartbeat beneath her touch.
Buck let out a slow, contented sigh, his hand drifting up and down her spine, his touch featherlight, absentminded, but incredibly soothing.
"So…" he murmured, his voice low and husky, lips pressing against her temple. "That happened."
Alex let out a soft chuckle, tilting her head to look at him. "Yeah. That definitely happened."
Buck smirked, his fingers brushing a stray strand of hair from her face before trailing down to her jaw. He tilted her chin up, eyes locking onto hers. "And how are you feeling about it?"
Alex bit her lip, feigning deep contemplation. "Hmm…" She let her fingers trail lower, over his stomach, watching the way his muscles twitched beneath her touch. "I don't regret it."
His smirk widened. "That's a relief. Because I was kinda hoping I could kiss you again."
Alex arched an eyebrow. "Just a kiss?"
Buck rolled on top of her, hovering over her. "I can start with just a kiss," he murmured, his lips already brushing over hers.
Alex barely had time to take a breath before he deepened it, slow and unhurried, but still devastating. His hand slipped around the back of her head, keeping her close, while his other hand skimmed over her hip, fingers tracing the curve of her waist.
God, he kissed like he meant it.
Like he had all the time in the world to explore her mouth, to make her forget everything except the way he felt, the way he tasted.
By the time they finally pulled apart, Alex's head was spinning, her heart hammering against her ribs.
She exhaled a shaky breath, eyes fluttering open to meet his. "You really don't do anything halfheartedly, do you?"
Buck chuckled, pressing a softer, almost adoring kiss to the corner of her mouth. "Not when it's something worth doing right."
Alex felt her stomach flip, warmth spreading through her chest.
Yeah. She was definitely in trouble. Big, big trouble.
Buck and Alex lay wrapped in each other's arms, their bodies tangled in a warmth that went beyond just heat. His fingers traced lazy patterns along her bare shoulder, the touch more absentminded than intentional.
Alex let out a contented sigh, her head nestled against his chest. She could hear the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath her ear, strong and grounding. "You're really comfortable, you know that?" she mumbled.
Buck chuckled, the sound a low rumble in his chest. "I'll take that as a compliment."
She shifted slightly, tilting her head to meet his gaze. The soft city light illuminated the freckles scattered across his face, the birthmark just beside his eye standing out in the glow.
Something tightened in her chest. This was supposed to be simple - fun, no strings attached. But lying there, wrapped up in him, the way, he looked at her like she was something more. Whatever this was between them, it felt different - like something neither of them wanted to let go of just yet.
Alex pushed that thought aside and nestled closer. He pressed a lingering kiss to the top of her head, his arms tightening around her as exhaustion tugged at them both. She let her eyes flutter shut, and Buck followed soon after, lulled by the steady rhythm of her breathing.
Then, something shifted. A faint crackling sound. A distant, acrid scent.
Buck stirred first, his brow furrowing as the smell pulled him from his sleep. Smoke. His instincts kicked in before his mind fully caught up. He blinked groggily, then stiffened as realization struck.
"Alex..." His voice was thick with sleep, but urgent. He nudged her gently. "Alex, wake up."
She murmured, resisting for a moment before groaning. "Hmmm… what?"
Something was wrong. Buck pushed himself up and turned toward the door. The scent was stronger now, unmistakable. He swung his legs off the bed, still bare-chested, and padded toward the entrance. Just as he reached for the handle-
"Shit!" He recoiled, shaking his hand. The door handle was scorching hot.
His stomach dropped. "Fuck."
Buck turned on his heel, immediately going into full first-responder mode. "Alex, get up. Get dressed. Now."
Her drowsy confusion evaporated at the command in his tone. "What's wrong?"
"There's a fire in the hallway and the door handle is too hot to touch. The alarm didn't go off and that's really bad. We need to get out of here." He said while quickly putting on his clothes.
Alex's eyes widened as she scrambled to grab her clothes and purse, her hands slightly trembling. "How do we get out if we can't use the door?"
Buck was already moving toward the window, yanking the curtains open. His gaze landed on the balcony railing stretching around the building. "We take the balcony."
She hurried to his side, following his gaze. The rear part of the hotel, to their left, was already ablaze, illuminating the night sky.
"Come on, we don't have much time." Buck slid the balcony door open, the night air rushing in as he stepped outside. "Stay close to me."
Alex swallowed hard, forcing down the panic rising in her throat. Running on adrenaline, she followed him out into the open air, praying they weren't already too late.
They moved swiftly along the balcony, the cool metal railing a thin barrier between them and the dizzying drop to the street below. Alex never thought she was terrified of heights, but being on the eighth floor made her stomach churn. She focused on putting one foot in front of the other as they hurried along, trying to outrun the fire raging inside.
But suddenly, they came to a dead end.
Buck cursed under his breath. The balcony wasn't one long wraparound as he'd hoped - it was divided into separate sections with a four- or five-foot gap between them.
He glanced to his right, peering through the glass of the nearest hotel room, hoping they'd outrun the fire. But luck wasn't on their side. The room was thick with smoke and the fire was devouring everything.
Buck turned sharply to Alex. "We have no choice. We have to jump."
Her eyes widened in panic. "Jump? Are you insane? We should stay here! The fire department will get us down!"
Buck shook his head and pointed at the flames on the other side the window next to them. "We don't have that kind of time, Alex. It's too dangerous. The fire is spreading fast - if we stay, the windows will crack, then break and the heat of the fire will become unbearable."
She looked at the gap between the balconies, then at the eight-story drop below. Her face paled. "It's too high up. If I don't jump far enough or if I slip-"
"You won't slip." Buck's voice was firm, steady. "I'll catch you. I promise. But we have to move now."
Before she could protest again, he climbed onto the railing and, with practiced ease, leaped across. He landed smoothly on the next balcony, turning back immediately. "See? It's not that bad. You can do this."
Alex hesitated, her heart pounding in her chest. Every instinct screamed at her that this was insane, that one wrong move could send her plummeting to her death.
With shaking limbs, she climbed onto the railing. "You better catch me, Buck."
His blue eyes locked onto hers. "Always."
She took a deep breath - and jumped.
She almost made it. Almost.
Her foot slipped against the slick metal railing of the other balcony. A strangled gasp left her lips as she started to fall, but before gravity could claim her, Buck lunged forward, grabbing onto her wrist.
"I got you!" he gritted out, his muscles straining as he fought to pull her up.
Alex dangled over the edge, her breath coming in short, terrified bursts. "Please don't let go of me! I don't wanna die! Please!"
"Hold on to me! I won't let you go."
With one final, desperate pull, he hauled her up and over the railing. They tumbled onto the balcony floor, tangled together in a heap. Alex clung to him, trembling violently, crying, her breaths ragged and uneven.
Buck pulled back just enough to cup her face, his thumbs brushing over her cheeks. "You're safe. I've got you."
But she was still shaking and crying with the aftershocks of her terror.
So, he kissed her. His lips pressed against hers, firm yet soothing, grounding her. She tensed for only a second before melting into it, her hands gripping his arms as if afraid to let go. When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against hers, their breaths mingling in the night air.
"We're gonna make it out of here, Alex," he murmured, wiping her tears away. "Alive and well. I promise."
Still scared, but trusting him, Alex nodded. She let Buck help her to her feet, and together, they pressed forward, determined to find their way to safety.
Fingers interlaced; they hurried along the balcony. Alex focused on keeping pace with Buck as they rounded the corner. Just before they did, Buck's eyes landed on a glass door to his right - a hotel stairwell.
He stopped abruptly, pulling Alex back. Examining the door, he quickly realized it was only accessible with a key from the balcony side. He cursed under his breath before turning to Alex.
"I have to kick it in. Step back."
She barely had time to register his intent before he stepped forward and delivered a sharp, well-aimed kick to the glass. A deep crack splintered across the surface, but it held. Gritting his teeth, he struck again. On the third impact, the glass shattered inward.
"Careful," he warned, guiding her around the jagged edges as they stepped inside. Smoke was beginning to creep down from the upper floors, but the stairwell was still clear enough to move. Without hesitation, they raced downward, the sound of sirens wailing in the distance as they fought their way to safety.
As they reached the second floor, a desperate scream cut through the chaos. Buck skidded to a halt, his head snapping toward a hallway filled with thickening smoke. A woman sat in the doorway of a hotel room, coughing violently, clutching a small, terrified girl to her chest.
"Help! Please, help us!"
Buck was already moving. "Stay here!" he told Alex, but she grabbed his arm before he could charge ahead.
"No way. I'm coming with you."
There was no time to argue. With a curt nod, they pushed forward together. The heat was suffocating as they reached the woman, cowering on the ground and barely holding herself up.
"We've got you," Buck assured the mother as he kneeled beside them. "We need to get out of here now. Can you walk?"
The woman shook her head. "No, I fell and I must have broken something, I can't get up. It hurts so much."
"I'll take the girl, you help the mother!" Alex said, then picked up the little girl, taking her into her arms, murmuring soothing words, even as her own lungs protested the acrid air.
Buck bent down and, after the woman draped her arm around his neck, he picked her up and began carrying her back to the stairwell.
The girl whimpered, her tiny fingers clutching at Alex's shirt in fear. "Shhh, sweetheart, I've got you," Alex whispered into the girl's soot-smudged hair.
They had barely begun to move, when a loud crack echoed through the hallway. They turned around a saw a backdraft surging toward them with terrifying speed.
Buck threw an arm up to shield them, urgency burning in his gaze. "Move, move!"
Alex cradled the child tightly, as they ran. Then they finally reached the stairwell and rushed down the last flight of stairs, with the mother clinging onto Buck. The heat nipped at their backs, smoke threatening to choke them, but they kept going, propelled by pure adrenaline.
Bursting through the lobby doors into the night, fresh air hit them like a lifeline. Firefighters swarmed the area, immediately rushing to help.
The mother sobbed in relief, collapsing onto the pavement as paramedics took over. Alex knelt with the little girl still in her arms, reluctant to let go as the child clung to her like a lifeline.
Buck crouched beside her, watching the scene unfold. His heart was still racing, but when he looked at Alex - soot-streaked, exhausted, but fierce and unwavering - something in his chest tightened.
She wasn't just brave. She was remarkable.
"You're incredible, you know that?" he murmured, voice rough with admiration.
Alex met his gaze, breathless but steady. "I wasn't about to leave them behind."
A slow smile tugged at Buck's lips.
The smoke still clung to the air, though the worst of the chaos had passed. Firefighters were swarming the hotel, tending to the injured and ensuring the blaze was fully under control. Buck stood close to Alex, their arms and faces still faintly dusted with soot, adrenaline still thrumming through their veins.
Before either of them could fully process everything, an all-too-familiar voice rang through the commotion.
"Oh. My. God. Alex?"
Buck barely had time to turn before a group of women, all dressed in their now slightly disheveled party attire, stormed toward them. Jane was at the front, her sharp eyes flicking between her sister and Buck, then narrowing in disbelief.
"What the hell happened to you? You look like you crawled through a dumpster fire." Jane's perfectly manicured hand gestured at the soot on Alex's arms and face.
"The fucking hotel is BURNING, Jane! Get your priorities straight." Alex answered, angrily.
Jane scoffed, then her gaze landed on Buck. Her eyebrows shot up so high they nearly vanished into her hairline. "Wait a second."
Alex tensed, knowing exactly where this was going.
Jane's lips curled into a smirk, amusement dripping from her voice. "Oh, don't tell me… Did you actually manage to pick him up?" Her laugh was sharp, condescending. "Wow, Alex. I have to say, I'm impressed. I didn't think you had it in you."
Buck's jaw tightened, his protective instincts flaring up at Jane's dismissive tone. Before he could say anything, Alex straightened, her voice tight. "It's really none of your business."
Jane let out a dramatic sigh, as if Alex's words were a minor inconvenience rather than a direct challenge. "Relax, I'm just saying... I mean, come on, look at him." She gestured toward Buck, then at Alex. "And then look at you. Are we really supposed to believe that a guy like him was actually interested in-"
"Enough." Buck's voice was firm, cutting through the air like a blade.
Jane blinked, caught off guard.
"First of all, Alex and I don't owe you any explanations," Buck continued, his tone calm but laced with steel. "Second, you have no idea what she's capable of, so maybe you should stop underestimating her."
Jane scoffed, but Buck wasn't finished. He turned to Alex, his expression softening. "You saved a life back there, Alex. You didn't hesitate, you didn't run - you did what needed to be done." Then he looked back at Jane, his blue eyes piercing. "So yeah, if you're wondering whether I'm interested in her? I absolutely am."
Jane snorted, rolling her eyes. "Don't be ridiculous. Nobody has been interested in my sister in that way in years. Maybe she spiked your drink or something, but trust me, Alex is too boring to be wife or even girlfriend material."
And with that, she reached out and grabbed Alex's wrist, yanking her away from Buck. But this time, Alex didn't stumble, didn't let herself be pulled around like she had so many times before.
She yanked her arm free with a force that surprised even herself. "No. Not this time."
Jane gawked at her. "Excuse me?"
Alex took a deep breath, her pulse pounding in her ears. "I'm done, Jane. I'm done with you. With this constant belittling, the digs, the insults. I'm done with Mom and Dad letting you get away with it because 'that's just how you are.' I'm done being treated like the family embarrassment just because I don't fit into your perfect little mold."
Jane's face twisted in shock, clearly not used to being called out. "Alex, don't be so dramatic-"
"No, you don't get to gaslight me into thinking I'm the problem. Not anymore." Alex took a step back, her chest heaving. "You can go back to your perfect little life and play the role of the flawless daughter, but count me out. I'm done pretending like this relationship is anything but toxic. You can all fuck off."
Jane stood there, speechless for the first time in her life. Her friends awkwardly looked at one another, clearly unsure whether to intervene or just let it play out.
Buck, standing beside Alex, beamed with pride. He didn't say a word - she didn't need him to. This was her moment.
Finally, Jane scoffed, crossing her arms. "Fine. Whatever. Do what you want. But don't come crying to me when this all blows up in your face."
Alex let out a breath, steady and sure. "I won't."
And with that, Jane spun on her heel and stormed off, her entourage scrambling to keep up.
Buck watched them go before turning back to Alex. "That was-"
"Long overdue?" she finished for him, exhaling sharply.
He grinned. "Yeah. And also, really damn sexy."
For the first time in what felt like forever, Alex smiled - genuinely smiled.
After getting the all-clear from the paramedics and giving their statements to the police, Buck turned to Alex. "Come on, let me take you home."
Alex hesitated. "I'll just grab an uber-"
"Alex," Buck interrupted, his voice firm but gentle. "You carpooled, right? With Jane's group? That's not happening now. Let me take you. I need to know you got home safe."
She considered arguing but saw the determination in his eyes and relented with a small nod.
The drive was quiet, the tension from earlier still lingering between them, but it wasn't uncomfortable. Just… heavy. Buck stole a glance at Alex, her arms crossed over her chest as she stared out the window, lost in thought.
"You okay?" he asked, breaking the silence.
She sighed. "Not really. I know Jane, and I know my parents. Now that I've finally stood up to them, I can already imagine the storm of texts and calls waiting for me. Guilt trips, manipulations… They'll try everything to get me back in line. And I don't know if I'm strong enough to hold my ground."
Buck tightened his grip on the wheel. "You are. I saw you tonight, Alex. I saw how you handled everything. You didn't just stand up to your sister - you helped save a kid and her mother's life. That's strength. And if they can't see it, then screw them."
She let out a weak chuckle, but the worry in her eyes remained.
When they reached her apartment complex, Buck parked and turned toward her. He reached for her hand, running his thumb over her knuckles. "Listen, I know we just met tonight, but I mean this - I want to help you through this. If you need someone to talk to, a shoulder to lean on, I'm here. You don't have to go through this alone."
Her eyes welled up with tears, and this time, she didn't try to blink them away. "I could really use that right now," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.
Buck didn't hesitate. He leaned over and wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight. When he pulled back, he wiped a stray tear from her cheek with his thumb, then kissed her - softly at first, just a press of lips meant to comfort, to reassure. But when Alex sighed against his mouth, something shifted. The air grew heavier, their breathing deeper. The slow, tentative kiss became something more, something urgent.
She pulled away just enough to whisper, "Do you… want to stay?"
Buck met her gaze, searching for hesitation. He found none. He nodded. "Yeah. I'd like that."
Upstairs, the second Alex closed the door behind them, Buck had her pressed against it, kissing her like they hadn't just survived hell together. His hands found her waist, gripping her firmly as her fingers tangled in his hair.
Between kisses, Alex murmured, "Shower?"
Buck exhaled a shaky chuckle, his forehead resting against hers. "Yeah. That sounds like a good idea."
They barely made it to the bathroom before their clothes hit the floor, discarded in a trail leading to the shower. As soon as the water was warm, they stepped inside, steam curling around them. Buck's hands slid over her slick skin, fingers tracing every dip and curve, memorizing the feel of her. Alex shivered - not from the water, but from the way his touch ignited something deep inside her.
She reached for him, palms flattening against his chest before trailing down, and he groaned, catching her wrist before she could go any lower. "You're killing me," he murmured, voice rough with restraint.
She smirked. "Maybe I don't want to be the only one losing my mind tonight."
Buck huffed a breathless laugh before pinning her against the tiled wall, their bodies pressing together in the most delicious way. "Oh, sweetheart, I can promise you - you're not."
What started as an innocent rinse quickly turned into something else entirely. By the time they finally stumbled out of the shower, wrapped in towels, they still couldn't take their hands off each other.
Alex had barely pulled him toward her bedroom before he lifted her off the ground, carrying her effortlessly. She gasped, laughing as he dropped her onto the bed, his weight settling over her.
"Ready for more?" Buck asked, with a smirk.
"Bring it on."
That was all he needed to hear. His lips found hers again, and the night that had started with fire and fear burned into something entirely different - something hotter, something deeper, something neither of them were ready to let go of.
Early the next morning, Buck sat down on Alex's side of the bed, brushing a few stray strands of hair from her face as he gently woke her. She blinked up at him sleepily, a soft smile forming as she stretched.
"Hey," she murmured, voice husky from sleep.
"Hey yourself," Buck grinned. "I have to head to work."
"On a Sunday? " she asked.
"Part of the job." He replied. "But before I go: Just ignore any texts or calls from your sister and your parents. Just for now. We can go through them together later if you want. And if they get too persistent - just block them outright."
Alex let out a small, sleepy laugh. "That easy, huh?"
"That easy," he confirmed, leaning down to kiss her.
What was supposed to be a quick goodbye kiss quickly turned into something much more heated. Buck groaned as Alex's hands slid up his bare chest, fingers teasing along his skin.
"You're really not making it easy for me to leave," he murmured against her lips.
She smirked, pulling him back down for another deep kiss. "Then don't."
For a moment, Buck considered it - really considered it. But with an exaggerated groan, he somehow managed to free himself from her grasp and rolled out of bed. "You're trouble, you know that?"
Alex only grinned as she watched him get dressed. "So, I've been told."
With one last lingering look, Buck forced himself out the door and headed to the firehouse.
By the time he arrived at the station, Buck was practically radiating good vibes. He'd made a stop at the nearby donut shop, picking up a big box of assorted donuts, and grabbed everyone's favorite coffee order.
Walking into the station, he greeted his team with an energy that was suspiciously over the top.
"Good morning, you beautiful people!" he announced, setting the donuts down on the table with a flourish. "I come bearing gifts!" He handed Hen her favorite caramel latte, Bobby his black coffee, Chim his ridiculously sugary cappuccino. He placed Eddie's Irish-cream flavored coffee on the table, and even had Maddie's special tea waiting for when she visited later.
The team exchanged looks.
"Okay, what is happening right now?" Chimney asked, taking a sip of his coffee. "Did Buck win the lottery?"
"Maybe he's dying?" Hen added, raising a skeptical brow. "Because this is… a lot."
Buck laughed. "Can't a guy just be in a good mood?"
"A suspiciously good mood," Bobby said, eyeing him. "You're acting like you just fell in love overnight."
Buck opened his mouth, then shut it, his grin widening.
Chim's eyes narrowed. "Wait. Did you fall in love overnight?"
"Not saying a word," Buck replied, grabbing a donut and biting into it smugly.
"Oh, he totally did," Hen said, smirking.
Before they could grill him further, Eddie walked in, grabbing a cup of coffee from the table. Buck immediately clapped him on the back. "Eddie, my man! How are things with Jasmine going?"
Eddie, slightly caught off guard, blinked. "Uh… good? Really good, actually."
Buck nodded approvingly, then grinned. "Excellent! A man is at his strongest when he is loved by the right woman."
The room went silent for a beat before Hen snorted. "Okay, who are you and what have you done with Buck?"
Eddie just shook his head, sipping his coffee with a bemused expression. "Should I even ask what's going on with you?"
Before Buck could answer, Bobby spoke up. "So, how was the seminar? I heard it was supposed to be pretty useful."
Buck perked up. "Oh, yeah! The seminar was great. Learned a few new rescue techniques, got to talk shop with some out-of-town firefighters. Real solid stuff."
"Wait," Chimney interjected, setting his coffee down. "Wasn't your seminar at that hotel that caught fire last night?"
Hen's eyes widened. "Oh, damn. That was all over the news this morning! You were there?"
Buck chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah, uh… it got a little intense. But hey, apart from the fact that my toothbrush is a little cooked up, I'm fine."
Bobby frowned. "You sure? That sounded like a pretty bad fire."
"I promise, I had the presence of mind to grab my cell phone, wallet, and keys when we fled the room." Buck waved them off.
It wasn't until the words left his mouth that he realized he'd just blabbed way more than he intended to.
Chim, Hen, and Eddie, all gave him pointed looks.
"Wait a second," Eddie said slowly. "We fled the room? Plural?"
Buck froze for a beat, then coughed. "Uh. No, I mean, I! I fled the room."
Hen's eyes widened. "Oh my god. You were with someone."
Chim gaped at him. "Holy crap, you did fall in love overnight!"
Buck groaned, rubbing a hand over his face. "Fine. Her name's Alex. And before you all say anything - yes, she's amazing, and no, I am not giving you details."
"Tell us! Tell us! Tell us!" Chim started chanting, a wide grin spreading across his face.
Hen immediately joined in, and soon the entire room was chanting, much to Buck's dismay.
But before Buck could say anything, the alarm blared through the station.
"Oh no! Saved by the bell!" Buck said dramatically, grabbing his gear.
As they all ran for the fire engine, Chim called out, "You got lucky this time, Buckaroo! But later, we want details!"
Alex hesitated before opening the door. She knew who was on the other side - Buck had texted her minutes ago saying he was on his way - but the emotional wreckage of her day made her want to curl up in bed and pretend the world didn't exist. Instead, she swallowed hard, steeled herself, and pulled the door open.
Buck's bright smile faded the second he saw her face.
Her eyes were red and puffy, cheeks blotchy from crying. She was still in her pajamas - an oversized hoodie and soft shorts - but she looked anything but comfortable. More like a woman who'd spent the entire day drowning in emotional warfare.
"Alex…" His voice was gentle, laced with concern. "What happened?"
She wrapped her arms around herself and gave a weak shake of her head. "Nothing, I just…"
But her voice cracked, betraying her, and she let out a humorless laugh. Buck didn't need to hear the rest - he already knew. His jaw tightened as he stepped inside without hesitation, nudging the door shut behind him.
"Did they call you?" he asked, his voice softer now.
Alex let out a shuddering breath. "Texts. So many texts. My mom, my dad… Jane. All day, nonstop."
Buck's hands clenched at his sides like he wanted to fight them all personally. "What did they say?"
Alex's gaze dropped to the floor. "That I embarrassed Jane, that I'm ruining the wedding. That I should apologize. That I was acting like a child. And Jane…" She swallowed hard, fingers digging into her arms. "She said you were just using me. That I was an idiot for thinking a guy like you would actually want me for more than one night."
Buck took a slow breath, his expression shifting. Something between heartbreak and frustration crossed his face, and then he reached for her - gently, carefully, giving her the chance to step away.
She didn't.
Instead, Alex let herself be pulled into his arms, her forehead resting against his chest as she exhaled shakily. His warmth wrapped around her, grounding her, holding her together when she felt like she might shatter.
"Hey," he murmured, rubbing soothing circles against her back. "They don't get to decide how I feel about you."
Alex squeezed her eyes shut. "What if they're right?" she whispered. "What if I'm just-"
"They're not," Buck cut in, firm but not unkind. He pulled back just enough to tilt her chin up, forcing her to meet his gaze. "I won't lie to you," he started, his voice steady. "A few years ago, I was that guy. The guy who had flings, who didn't think too far ahead, who wasn't looking for anything serious. But that's not me anymore. I already sowed my wild oats a while ago, and I wasn't looking for a fling when I met you. I don't do that anymore. And even if I did - Alex, I wouldn't do that to you."
Her lip trembled. "How can you be so sure? We just met."
Buck exhaled and stepped closer, cupping her face in his hands. "Because when I'm with you, I feel it. This isn't some fleeting thing. I see you, Alex. The way you stand up for yourself, the way you overcome your own fear, the way you help other people without hesitation. You're not just someone I spent one night with. You're someone I want to spend several nights with. And mornings. And every moment in between."
A single tear slipped down her cheek, and Buck brushed it away with his thumb. "I'm not playing with you. I'm choosing you. If you'll let me."
Alex let out a soft, shaky laugh. "You make it sound so easy."
Buck smiled, pressing a gentle kiss on her forehead. "It is. When it's right."
Something in her chest cracked open, and before she could second-guess herself, she melted into him, wrapping her arms around his waist and burying her face in his chest. Buck held her tightly, anchoring her, silently promising that he wasn't going anywhere.
"I brought takeout," he murmured against her hair. "Figured we could eat and talk… or not talk. Whatever you need."
Alex exhaled slowly, letting herself sink into his embrace. Maybe, just maybe, she could let herself believe this was real.
"You brought food?" she mumbled.
Buck chuckled, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "Of course I did. Gotta keep my girl fed."
She stiffened for half a second at the casual claim - his girl - but then she relaxed, her fingers curling into his shirt as she whispered, "Okay."
Okay to food. Okay to Buck. Okay to letting herself believe, just this once, that she was wanted.
Buck held her tighter, like he understood exactly what that okay meant.
The sun was shining, laughter echoed through the backyard, and the smell of barbecue filled the air as Buck and Alex arrived at Bobby and Athena's Fourth of July cookout.
Buck had given the 118 a firm warning: behave. Naturally, they had all solemnly promised. And just as naturally, the second he and Alex stepped into the yard, all bets were off.
"Hey, look who finally showed up!" Chimney called out, grinning like a cat who just found a mouse to toy with. "And he brought company!"
Hen gasped dramatically, nudging Eddie. "Oh my God, is that Alex? The Alex he's been so casually mentioning all week?"
Eddie, sipping his drink, smirked. "The very one."
"Be nice. " Jasmine said, playfully slapping him on his leg.
Alex felt her nerves spike immediately. She had met plenty of strangers before, but Buck had warned her - his team was family, and family meant merciless teasing. Still, she squared her shoulders and smiled as Buck wrapped an arm around her waist.
"Guys, this is Alex," Buck introduced. "Alex, meet the 118 - though, at this moment, I deeply regret it."
"Oh, you wound us!" Chimney clutched his chest in mock offense. "We just want to get to know your very special friend."
Bobby, ever the responsible one, clapped a hand on Buck's shoulder. "Relax, kid. We're just happy to meet her."
Hen leaned in with a devious grin. "So, Alex, tell us… How did our dear Buck really win you over? Was it his puppy-dog eyes? His heroic tales of firefighting? Or did he just dazzle you with his, let's say, enthusiastic personality?"
Alex chuckled, some of her nerves easing as she glanced up at Buck, who groaned. "I'd like to plead the fifth on this entire conversation."
Athena, who had been watching from the grill, shook her head with amusement. "Y'all need to let the girl breathe. At least let her get a drink before the interrogation."
"Thank you!" Buck exclaimed, looking relieved as he led Alex toward the cooler. "See? Someone's on my side."
"Don't get too comfortable," Athena called after them. "They're just getting started."
As the evening went on, Alex found herself settling in more and more. Sure, the teasing never really stopped, but she quickly realized it came from a place of love.
By the time the fireworks started, she was seated next to Hen and Chimney, deep in conversation, while Buck watched on with a fond smile.
Bobby, standing beside him, nudged his shoulder. "She's fitting in well."
Buck nodded. "Yeah. She really is."
And for the first time in a long time, he felt like everything was exactly as it should be.
After an evening filled with laughter, teasing, and more food than either of them should have eaten, Buck and Alex finally said their goodbyes to the 118 and made their way back to her apartment. The ride home was quieter, a comfortable silence settling between them, the kind that spoke of familiarity and something deeper growing between them.
As soon as they stepped inside, Alex kicked off her sandals, stretching her arms over her head with a small groan. "Remind me to never eat that many burgers and ribs in one sitting again."
Buck smirked as he closed the door behind them, stepping up behind her. "Noted. But in your defense, they were really good."
She hummed in agreement, leaning into him as he wrapped his arms around her waist from behind. His lips brushed against the side of her neck, a slow, teasing kiss that sent a shiver down her spine.
"Did you have fun tonight?" he murmured against her skin.
Alex exhaled a soft laugh. "Yeah. Your friends are amazing. A little much at times, but in a good way."
Buck grinned, turning her around in his arms so he could look at her properly. "Told you they'd love you. And you held your own pretty damn well, I might add."
She smirked up at him, playfully tugging at the hem of his t-shirt. "Maybe I should've let them grill you a little longer."
He chuckled, but his expression softened as he brushed his fingers through her hair. "You okay, though? You seemed a little nervous at first."
Alex nodded, her fingers tracing idle patterns on his chest. "Yeah. I guess… I'm just not used to being around people who actually want me there. Who don't see me as an afterthought or something to be tolerated."
Buck's heart clenched at her words, and he cupped her face, tilting her chin up. "Well, get used to it, because you're not an afterthought to me. And you never will be."
Her breath hitched slightly, her eyes searching his before she pulled him down into a kiss. What started as slow and sweet quickly ignited into something deeper, more urgent.
Buck responded instantly, pressing her against the wall as his hands roamed over her curves, fingers sliding beneath the hem of her shirt. Alex let out a quiet gasp when his lips trailed lower, skimming down the side of her neck.
"Bedroom?" she managed to whisper between kisses.
"Thought you'd never ask," he murmured against her lips, effortlessly lifting her into his arms as she wrapped her legs around his waist. He carried her to the bedroom without breaking contact, kicking the door shut behind them.
Clothes were discarded haphazardly, kisses deepening as they tumbled onto the bed. They moved together in perfect sync, exploring, teasing, taking their time savoring every touch, every gasp, every whispered name.
When they finally lay tangled in the sheets afterward, bodies still entwined, Buck pressed a soft kiss to Alex's temple. She sighed contentedly, running her fingers lazily along his arm draped over her waist.
"Best Fourth of July ever?" he teased, voice husky.
She chuckled sleepily. "Easily."
Buck grinned, pulling her even closer. "Good. Because I plan on topping it next year."
Alex laughed, turning in his arms to kiss him again. And as the night stretched on, they continued to lose themselves in each other, unaware that the storm with her family was just on the horizon.
The next morning, Alex woke up feeling warm, content, and wonderfully sore. Buck was still asleep beside her, his arm draped over her waist, his slow, steady breathing tickling the back of her neck. For the first time in ages, she felt safe - happy, even.
Then came the pounding at her front door.
It wasn't a polite knock. It was aggressive, sharp, and unrelenting.
Alex groaned, reluctantly slipping out of Buck's embrace. She grabbed her robe and made her way to the door, peeking through the peephole. The second she saw them, her stomach dropped.
Jane. And her parents.
Her first instinct was to pretend she wasn't home, but she knew her mother well enough to know that wouldn't work. They'd keep knocking until the entire building was awake.
With a deep breath, she unlocked the door and cracked it open just enough to step into the hallway. "What the hell are you doing here?" she asked, voice still thick with sleep.
"Oh, don't act so innocent," Jane sneered, arms crossed. "You've been ignoring our texts and calls."
"Because I didn't feel like dealing with your bullshit," Alex shot back, keeping her voice low. "And showing up at my apartment like this? Completely unacceptable."
Her mother scoffed. "Unacceptable? What's unacceptable is you running off with some random firefighter like a desperate-"
"I'd choose your next words carefully," came Buck's voice from inside the apartment.
Alex stiffened. She turned her head just in time to see him pulling a T-shirt over his head as he stepped into view. His face was calm, but there was no mistaking the protective steel in his blue eyes.
Jane's eyes widened. "Wait… you were serious about him?"
Her father's expression twisted into disgust. "Alexandra, this is ridiculous. A fling is one thing, but this? He's not our kind of people."
Buck let out a slow breath through his nose, but Alex felt the shift in him. He was pissed - not because they were insulting him, but because of the way they were talking to her.
She squared her shoulders. "Well, thank God for that," she shot back. "Because your kind of people belittle and manipulate me at every turn. Your kind of people make me feel like I'm never enough."
Her mother scoffed. "Oh, don't be so dramatic. We're just looking out for you. You're making a fool of yourself—"
"The only fools I see are the people who think they can walk into my home and control my life," Alex cut in sharply.
Jane let out an exaggerated sigh. "So this is who you are now? Shacking up with some guy you barely know, playing house?" She scoffed. "And I bet he's just loving it. Poor, naive Alex, always so eager for the first guy who gives her attention."
"That's enough," Buck said, voice dangerously quiet.
Jane turned her glare on him. "Oh, what? You gonna tell me I'm wrong? That you're not just using her?"
Buck's expression didn't change, but his stance shifted slightly, his broad shoulders squaring. "A few years ago, maybe you'd have had a point," he admitted. "But I've grown up. I know what I want." He glanced at Alex before looking back at Jane. "And it's her."
Jane rolled her eyes. "Oh, please."
"You don't have to believe me," Buck continued, completely unfazed. "Because at the end of the day, it doesn't matter what you think. The only opinion that matters is Alex's."
Alex felt something inside her crack wide open. No one had ever spoken to her family like that - like she mattered.
Her father, now red in the face, took a step forward. "We are trying to help her."
"No," Buck said evenly, stepping in front of Alex, "you're trying to control her."
Silence stretched between them, thick and suffocating.
Her mother let out an annoyed sigh. "Come on, Alexandra. Let's go. We can talk about this at home."
Alex stared at her. Then, finally, she laughed. It was short, sharp, and laced with something dangerous.
"This is my home," she said, voice steady. "And I think it's time you all left."
Her mother's face hardened. "Alexandra-"
"No," she cut in firmly. "I'm done. I've spent my entire life chasing your approval, bending over backward to be someone I'm not, just so you'd love me. But I've finally realized something - I don't need your approval. And I sure as hell don't need your version of love."
For the first time in her life, Alex watched as her family faltered.
Buck wrapped an arm around her shoulders, warm and solid. "You heard her," he said, voice calm but firm. "Time to go."
Jane huffed, crossing her arms, while their mother bristled, but her father looked genuinely thrown off.
Finally, her mother pursed her lips. "Fine. Do whatever you want. But don't come crying to us when this all falls apart."
Alex met her gaze head-on. "I won't."
With that, she stepped back into her apartment, Buck right beside her, and closed the door in their faces.
For a moment, she just stood there, hands clenched at her sides, heart pounding.
Then Buck's arms were around her, pulling her into his chest, holding her tight. "You okay?" he murmured against her hair.
Alex exhaled, the weight of years of hurt and expectations lifting off her shoulders. She turned her face into his shirt, inhaling his familiar, comforting scent.
"Yeah," she whispered. "I think I am."
The open kitchen of the firehouse was alive with chatter and laughter as the 118 team, along with Athena and Alex, gathered around the large wooden table. The sun streamed through the windows, casting a warm glow over the room. Buck was finishing up setting the table while Alex helped Chimney prepare the salad. The air was light with friendly banter, the kind that felt like family. It had been a while since Alex had been able to just enjoy a moment like this, and the sense of belonging made her heart swell.
"Hey babe," Buck asked. "Where did you put the cookies?"
"Didn't you get them out of the trunk with the other stuff?"
"Not that I remember."
"Then they're probably still in the car. I'll go get them." Alex said, heading toward the stairs.
"No, no. You stay here, I'll get them," Buck said.
"You know what, we'll just both get them." Alex replied, giving Buck a peck on his mouth.
Chimney, quick as ever, couldn't resist the opportunity to tease. "You do realize that none of us really believes that you left the cookies in the car, right?"
"But we did bring cookies!" Alex insisted.
"Yeah, sure whatever you say," Chimney laughed and she stuck out her tongue at him.
As Buck and Alex made their way toward the stairs, the sound of their laughter and light-hearted banter echoed through the firehouse. Alex's heart was light, enjoying the playful moment and the way Buck always seemed to brighten her day.
But as they reached the bottom of the stairs, the mood shifted.
Standing at the entrance, as if they had been waiting for them, were Alex's mother, father, and Jane. Their faces were set in firm lines of disapproval, and Alex's stomach dropped as soon as she recognized them.
"Alexandra," her mother said sharply, stepping forward like she owned the place. "We need to talk."
Alex's world shifted from warmth and light to a cold, suffocating heaviness.
"Mom, what are you doing here?" Alex asked, her voice tight.
Buck, noticing the change in Alex's demeanor, immediately moved to stand beside her, his eyes scanning the three figures at the entrance.
Her father, arms crossed, shot a look of disdain. "You've been ignoring us for weeks. You're acting like we don't matter."
Jane, standing off to the side with a judgmental sneer, crossed her arms and spoke up. "You've really sunk to a new low, huh? Living with a firefighter like in some kind of cheap novelette."
Alex clenched her jaw, stepping forward. "You don't get to talk about him like that, or about me. And you don't get to show up here like this."
Buck's voice cut through the tension, steady and unwavering. "I suggest you leave. You're not welcome here."
Her father scoffed. "What are you going to do, huh? You think you can just threaten us because you play dress-up in a firehouse?"
Before Alex could respond, her mother stormed forward, grabbing her arm roughly. "Enough with this. We're going to fix this, Alex. You're coming home with us right now."
"Let go of me," Alex growled, trying to pull away. Her mother's grip tightened, a reminder of the control she'd always tried to impose on her life.
Buck immediately stepped forward, positioning himself between them, his protective instinct kicking in. "Let go of her."
Her father, face twisted in anger, took a step closer. "You don't get to tell us what to do. We're her family."
"No," Alex said, voice steady but loud enough to make them all pause. "You're not family. Not anymore. Not after you constantly stomped all over my boundaries and try to keep me under your thumb."
Her mother didn't flinch. Instead, she tugged harder, trying to drag Alex out of the firehouse, but Alex stood firm.
Before it could escalate further, Bobby suddenly appeared, his presence commanding the room. "That's enough. You need to leave, now," he said, his voice calm but forceful.
Her mother shot him a look of pure disdain. "What are you going to do? You wouldn't dare lay your hands on us."
Buck's jaw tightened, ready to speak, but it was Athena who stepped in this time, her voice cold and unwavering. "You don't have the right to be here. If you don't leave right now, I'll arrest you myself and have you charged with trespassing and harassment."
Alex's mother faltered, but her father just laughed, the sound bitter. "You think you can intimidate us with threats?"
Athena's gaze didn't waver. "I'm not bluffing."
The moment stretched out in silence, and Alex's parents, realizing they weren't going to get their way this time, finally backed off. Her father scoffed, muttering under his breath as they turned to leave.
"You'll regret this," Jane sneered, throwing one last look at Alex before she followed her parents out the door.
Alex stood there, still trembling from the confrontation, but this time, she wasn't alone.
Bobby, Athena, Buck and the whole team were there, surrounding her with support.
Athena placed a hand on Alex's shoulder. "You don't have to do this alone anymore. You've got family here."
Alex's eyes welled up, but she held her head high. "I think I'm finally learning that."
With a deep breath, she turned to Buck, her heart full of gratitude. "Thank you. For everything."
He smiled, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. "You don't have to thank me. You've got the 118 now. And we protect our own."
EPILOG – FOUR YEARS LATER
The church was alive with a quiet hum of excitement, filled with friends, family, and the people who had become Alex and Buck's chosen family. The soft melody of the string quartet played through the nave, adding to the anticipation in the air. Sunlight streamed through the stained-glass windows, casting a warm, golden glow over the guests as they turned toward the aisle, waiting.
At the altar, Buck stood tall, but his hands were clasped a little too tightly in front of him. He was trying not to fidget, but the mix of nerves and overwhelming joy had his heart pounding in his chest.
Eddie, standing beside him as his best man, noticed and leaned in, patting Buck's back with a smirk.
"You've faced raging fires, collapsing buildings, and near-death experiences. And this is what makes you nervous?"
Buck let out a breathy laugh. "This is different, man."
"Yeah," Eddie said with a knowing smile. "This is forever."
Behind them, Chimney and Hen - his groomsman and groomswoman - were barely holding back their teasing.
Chimney leaned in. "Last chance to run, Buckaroo."
"Though, let's be honest, Alex would be the one running if she came to her senses." Hen said, making Christopher, Buck's junior groomsman, grin as well.
Buck chuckled, shaking his head. "Not a chance."
Then, the music changed.
First, Karen, Maddie and Julia, Alex's favorite cousin, appeared in beautiful lavender-colored bridesmaid dresses, walking gracefully down the aisle together, all three of them beaming as they made their way to the altar.
Next, Jasmine, the maid of honor joined them, her warm smile reflecting the deep happiness of the day.
Then, the moment that made everyone laugh - Eddie and Jasmine's two-year-old son, Evan, dressed in an adorable tiny suit, clutching the ring pillow in his little hands. He was supposed to walk, but instead, he let out a delighted squeal and ran down the aisle straight into his father's arms.
Eddie chuckled as he lifted his son into his arms. "Guess we're improvising."
The guests laughed, and even Buck felt the tension in his chest ease.
Then, Jee-Yun took her turn, her nine-year-old confidence on full display as she tossed flower petals with practiced grace, smiling as she made her way down the aisle.
Then the music changed again.
Everyone rose to their feet.
At the entrance, framed by the grand church doors, Alex appeared.
A collective gasp went through the room.
She looked breathtaking - like a fairytale come to life. The delicate, sleeveless ballgown hugged her figure before flowing into layers of tulle, the sweetheart neckline giving her the perfect, ethereal look. The silver tiara on her head held her wedding veil in place, the lace-trimmed fabric cascading down her back like something out of a dream.
And Bobby, standing proudly beside her, offered his arm as he guided her forward.
Buck swallowed hard, his vision blurring as emotion swelled in his chest. He tried to blink it away, but his eyes still misted over.
Hen, standing beside him, handed him a tissue with a smirk. "Told you."
He let out a quiet chuckle, taking it and quickly wiping the moisture from his eyes before Alex got too close.
When she finally reached the altar, Bobby took her hand in his, his expression full of quiet pride and love. He turned to Buck, giving him a small nod before gently placing Alex's hand in his.
"You take good care of her," Bobby murmured.
Buck, his voice thick with emotion, nodded. "Always."
Bobby smiled and took his seat beside Athena in the front row.
Buck lifted the edge of Alex's veil, gently folding it back.
Their eyes met.
And the whole world faded away.
Alex's radiant smile mirrored his own, her eyes shining with love and happiness.
The Reverend welcomed them, his voice steady and warm as he led them through the vows.
"Evan James Buckley, do you take Alexandra Elizabeth Taylor to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for as long as you both shall live?"
"I do," Buck said, his voice unwavering.
"And do you, Alexandra Elizabeth Taylor, take Evan James Buckley to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for as long as you both shall live?"
Tears shimmered in Alex's eyes as she smiled. "I do."
The Reverend turned to the guests. "If anyone has any objections, speak now or forever hold your peace."
Silence.
A beat later, Chimney fake-coughed, earning a smack from Hen and a round of laughter from the guests.
The Reverend chuckled before continuing.
"Then, by the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."
Buck barely let him finish before pulling Alex into his arms, capturing her lips in a deep, loving kiss.
The church erupted in cheers and applause as they held onto each other, their foreheads touching when they finally broke apart, breathless and beaming.
Tears streamed down Alex's cheeks, but they were the happiest tears she had ever cried.
They had found each other.
They had built a family.
And now, they had forever.
THE END