Page 113 of Accidental Husband
Fuck, I can't think about this shit anymore.
"Hello." A woman in a pastel pink suit steps out of the back door. She waves hello. "Are you the King Prince wedding?"
"Yes." Jules offers her hand. "Nice to meet you."
"Just don't go by The King." She laughs. "Elvis doesn't like that."
"Right." Jules nods with complete sincerity. She hugs her suit bag to her chest. "How long do we have?"
"Ten minutes in the dressing room." She motions to the back door. "This way."
Jules looks to meyou okay?
I nod and take her hand. Fuck, I'm drowning in all the things I want to say. How the hell can I explain this to her?
She's showing me that love doesn't have to be ugly.
That it's possible for me.
That it's possible the world is a beautiful place.
I try to find the words, but they get stuck in my throat. I'm not good with words. Pictures have always been more my speed.
Fuck, if only my vows could take the form of a tattoo.
That's it. That's perfect.
I follow Jules and the wedding planner through a hallway. "I have a stop after this."
"Yeah?" She looks up at me. "Because I was thinking we'd go back to my hotel room and fuck like rabbits."
My smile spreads over my cheeks. "We will. After my stop."
"You're a tease." Her cheeks flush.
"I know." I lean down to kiss her.
The wedding planner laughs. "Save it for the ceremony, kids." She pulls a clipboard from the door. Hands one paper to me and one to Jules. "We have some paperwork for you. Leave it in your suite." She motions to the door to our left. "The bride's room." Then to the one on the right. "And the groom's."
"Thank you." Jules folds the paper.
"There's champagne and mirrors." She turns her head to one side. "Do you need anything else?"
"No, um… I don't think so." Jules's eyes find mine. "Is my hair okay?"
"Perfect," I say.
"My makeup running?" she asks.
"You look perfect." I swallow the lump in my throat. Fuck, I can't handle this kind of honest emotion. How the hell does anyone do it?
I always thought I was good at experiencing everything. At telling it like it is. And seeing things as they are.
But I'm not.
I've been holding back my entire life.
Except with her.
