Page 58 of Cocky Bastard

Austin grinned. “Like December? Around Christmas.”

I shrugged, loving how easily he’d read my mind. “Most people don’t film around Christmas.”

“Very true,” he said. “Christmas wedding it is then. See, look at us. Organised as fuck. We’re going to slay this wedding shit. It’s gonna be fucking amazing.”

“Of course it will be. It’s our wedding.”

He held out his glass and clinked it against mine. “Now who’s the cocky one?”

I winked and took a sip of my champagne. “I learnt from the best.”

“Yeah, you fucking did.” He leant across and kissed me, champagne on his lips.

It tasted like love.

And it made me think of forever.

The End

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