Page 25 of Accidental Husband
Not that I have a thing for girls with bright hair. Punk rock goddess is an incredibly appealing—
I'm not going to say flavor again. Women aren't ice cream. Even if I enjoy—
Fuck, now I really sound like my dad.
"Griff—"
Shit, where is my head? We only have an hour and a half to finish this and we're making slow progress. "Yeah?"
"That was going to be my rehearsal dinner dress."
"So?"
"So, you don't think that's bad luck?"
"No, it's good revenge. You can wear that dress when you have the best sex of your life. What better way to celebrate the end of your engagement?"
"Should I bring my wedding dress for round two?"
She's joking, but it's not a bad idea. "Yeah, but that would scare most guys."
She flips me off.
I laugh. "Then again, your wedding dress is pretty hot."
"Is it?"
Yeah, it's this simple silk thing that hangs off her body perfectly. It was custom made at some obscenely expensive place in Santa Monica. But it was worth it, because it was the only thing she and her mom could agree on. "Bring it. In case the moment strikes you."
"If you can fit it in the car, you can bring it."
"You need another dress."
She groans.
"And a bikini."
"Why?"
"It's gonna be a hundred and four. Don't you want to cool off?"
"Fine." She pulls the dress from her closet and lays it on the bed. "Are you bringing a swimsuit?"
"You want to see me in my speedo?" I wink.
Her entire face scrunches in distaste. "How disturbing."
"Brought board shorts too."
"Thank God."
"If you're nice to me, I might wear them."
"That's unusual blackmail."
"If you'd rather I wear nothing…"
"Eww." She shrieks a little louder than she should. Catches herself. Places her hand over her mouth. Then a single finger. Ashhh.
