Page 54 of Summer with My Sexy Ex
Bristol looks conflicted. Perhaps the weight of the moment or genuine concern keeps her from agreeing. But suddenly, it feels a little more real, even if the circumstances leading up to it aren’t.
“I do.”
I release the breath I didn’t realize I was holding.
Fauxley smiles big. Her black-painted lips contrast sharply to the bright white teeth behind them.
“Okay, lady, you go first this time,” she says to Bristol. “Repeat after me: I, Bristol, solemnly pledge to have and to hold you, Wyatt, in sickness and in madness, to be my partner in crime. From laughter to tears, in fortune and misfortune, I promise to love and cherish you through the crazy times and the even crazier times and hold you tight until you die, or I kill you, whichever comes first. With this ring, I bind our souls and tie our fates together, forever entwined in our wicked embrace."
Bristol repeats the words.
Hearing her say them does something to me, in my heart and my soul. With a nod between us, we make an unspoken agreement.
This is it.
Chewmocka steps forward and drops a ring in her hand. “Rrrruuuurrr.”
She slides it onto my finger. The metal glistens in the fluorescent lighting of the chapel.
“And Wyatt, now you repeat after me,” Fauxley says. “I, Wyatt, solemnly pledge to have and to hold you, Bristol, in sickness and in madness, to be my partner in crime. From laughter to tears, in fortune and misfortune, I promise to love and cherish you through the crazy times and the even crazier times and hold ya tight until the day you die. With this ring, I bind our souls and tie our fates together, forever entwined in our wicked embrace.”
It doesn’t escape my attention that Brie’s vows include the day I die, or she kills me whichever comes first, but mine don’t.
It makes me chuckle.
More power to you,FauxleyQuinn.
Chewmocka hands me a smaller twin of my own ring and I slip it on Bristol’s finger. It’s a perfect fit. Like it was meant to be there all along, even though they came with the ceremony package. She smiles up at me, and her eyes well with the beginnings of tears. I raise her hand to my mouth and kiss the finger that now holds my ring.
I vow to myself, no matter what happens, I’m going to make this work. Not for the thrill of winning the scavenger hunt but for the possibility of what could be. Because who knows what might happen tomorrow. But I’m pretty fucking sure with Bristol by my side, I’m ready for anything.
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My eyes are crusty.I didn’t wash my makeup off last night. I can feel the mascara clumping and flaking off as I rub them. My head hurts. I’m not hungover; I didn’t drink much, but I am tired. And my body feels like I’ve taken a beating. My legs are sore. My thighs ache. Did we walk a lot yesterday? I vaguely remember winning the scavenger hunt, and that makes me smile. But I don’t remember what the prize was.
I throw the covers back and swing my legs over the side of the bed to go to the bathroom.
I use the facilities and wash my hands.
That’s not my toothbrush.
These aren’t my things.
Blanche:Someone has things next to our things.
Whose bathroom am I in?
I peek my head out the door and into the room.
Wait. This isn’t my room.
Right. I’m in Vegas. Blake’s bachelor/ette weekend. I almost forgot.
A large figure is prone on the bed, the sheet covering his bottom half, which an impressive morning erection is tenting nicely. I squint, trying to clear my vision.
Oh. It’s Wyatt. Okay then.
Blanche:Wait.
