Page 36 of Just My Type
Hannah scrunches up her nose as she thinks, and god, I just want to kiss it and wrap her back up in my arms. “Being at the club with Jordan, Jo, Amelia, and Elliot, maybe? You and Cooper showing up while we were on the dance floor. You?”
I flash her a grin. “We found a karaoke bar. I’m pretty sure we sang show tunes.”
She shakes her head vigorously. “No way. That doesn’t sound like something I would do. And what does that have to do with whether or not we’re married? Are we fucking married, Noah?”
I reach over to the nightstand and grab the piece of paper there, my eyes moving over the words. Marriage License. Hannah Evans. Noah Wyles. July Sixth.We're married. Something warm flows through me. I have no idea why, and Hannah would kick my ass for this thought, but the idea of being married to her? I like it. I like it a whole lot.
“Why are you smiling? Is that, like, a fake license? Did we not actually get married?” The relief in her voice makes me chuckle.
“Oh, no, I’m pretty sure this is the real deal. The seal of thestate of Nevada is on it and everything. And look at this picture.” I hold up the Polaroid of us. Hannah is wearing the veil that’s crumpled on the hotel room floor, the dress she’s currently holding up with one hand on her chest and, inexplicably, only one shoe. She has an arm hooked around my neck, I have one wrapped around her waist, and we’re grinning at each other like idiots. She’s holding a tacky bouquet of flowers in her free hand, my fist is pumping the air like I just won a gold medal or something, and we’re standing in front of the sign for the wedding chapel. All I can focus on is Hannah’s wide, carefree smile. She looks so happy, and all I want is to put that look on her face all the time. Every day. As much as possible.
“Oh, my fucking god,” she whispers. “Like, seriously, ohmyfuckinggod. How did this happen? And WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU SMILING?” she roars, making what looks like a move to throw her hands up in the air before remembering the state of her dress and keeping her hand right where it is.
The more she freaks out, the calmer I get. The more sure I am that accidentally marrying Hannah is the best thing that’s ever happened to anyone, ever.
My grin grows even wider, and I sit up on my knees in bed, shuffling to the edge until we’re almost face to face. “Hannah Evans is my wife. This is the best day of my entire life.”
She narrows her eyes at me as if she’s imagining lasers shooting out of them and slicing me right in half until I am very, very dead. “Be so fucking for real right now.”
“Gorgeous, I am so fucking for real. And it’s going to be okay, I swear.”
It is going to be more than okay, because I married Hannah.
Hannah Evans is my wife.
My wife. Fuck, I like the sound of that.
And yeah, she might hate it, and maybe we skipped some steps, but I’m a surgeon. I’m aces at improvising.
Hannah stares at me like I have entirely lost my mind, and I mean, maybe I have, but I freaking love this day. “How, exactly, isit going to be okay? Nothing about this is okay. We got married, Noah. Married. Drunk. In Vegas. Who does that?”
HANNAH
Noah looks thoughtful for a second before his eyes light up. “The characters in your third book did.”
“Jesus fucking Christ,” I mumble, blowing out a breath when my phone dings from the nightstand. I bend down as carefully as I can and swipe what looks like Noah’s discarded T-shirt from the floor, tugging it one handed over my dress and letting the dress fall to the floor. I glance up just in time to see Noah’s eyes heat.
I roll my own eyes. “Seriously?”
A slow smile spreads across his face. “You look good in my clothes, Han. Especially when you’re my wife, and even more when I know you don’t have anything on underneath that T-shirt.”
I snarl at him and yank my phone off the nightstand, grabbing a Twizzler for good measure from the open bag I left on the dresser before I met everyone at the club last night. “I’ll deal with you in a minute.”
Smart Girl Smut Sisters
Cece
Good morning, my babies! How’s the big bachelor/bachelorette weekend?
Jo
Oh my god, it’s the best!
Amelia
What she said. I fucking love it here. Elliot found the best cinnamon rolls I’ve ever had, and we’re sitting on the terrace having breakfast. I want to stay here forever.
Pam
