Page 33 of Breakout
Then he kisses me deeply. I kiss him back, my hands on his shoulder to try and stay upright. When he finally pulls away, I’m breathless.
He smirks at me as he helps me stand on my own two feet.
“I can’t wait to consummate this marriage later. I convinced Kellan to take Cora on a date and bring her back to our place, so I’ll meet you at yours after work.”
I nod, still so blissed out that I don’t bother to argue.
“Good wife.” He winks at me before pressing another kiss to my lips and then leaving me alone.
I grab the sprinkles off the shelf and head back toward the server station. I drop them there before grabbing the group’s drinks and heading back to the table.
“Here you go,” I tell them, handing out the drinks.
“Are you okay?” Cora asks.
“What? Why?” I ask, my face flushing.
“Your lip is bleeding, and you have a red mark on your neck.”
It takes everything within me not to openly glare at Beckett. Even so, I can still see his proud smirk in my periphery.
“I was carrying a tray, and it pinched my neck. When I jumped from the pain, I bit my lip. It’s been one of those days.” I force a laugh.
Grace looks at me concerned but doesn’t say anything. Cora only gives me a knowing grin.
This is already going so badly.
I don’t know if I can fake this with Beckett. I have no choice, though.
They say fake it till you make it.
God, I hope we make it.
I am antsy as hell waiting for Peyton to send me the text.
Per usual, I watched her from afar, following her until she got home. She’s been in her dorm for thirty minutes now and still no text.
Has she changed her mind?
Part of me wants to say fuck it and head up anyway, but the other part reminds me that patience will reward me soon enough.
So I stay in the car and wait.
Maybe I went too far earlier. She hates PDA, but when I saw her head down the hall, I couldn’t help but follow her. I was itching to touch her. To remind myself that this is real. That she is real.
She’s my wife.
The paper ring I gave her was a nod to the way we began. Something that seems flimsy and that won’t last, but I skipped class today and went to buy her a real ring. One that is dainty and understated. I would have bought her the biggest diamond in the place, but she wouldn’t want it.
So instead, I found a small, delicate-looking twist design wedding band. It is covered in diamonds all the way around, accented by rose gold. It will look beautiful on her finger when she is ready for it.
I only have to wait for the right time to give it to her. When she finally believes that this is real. That what I feel for her isn’t some fairy tale she’s made up in her head. That she can trust me with her heart and soul.
Now’s not that time, though.
Wife
Come over?
