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“You did it again,” she says, her voice hoarse as she shakes her head and looks at the ring in shock.
“You like surprises,” I remind my girl and feel my insides melt over that thought.
She’s my girl.
Sharon has us take our rings and repeat after her. We actually listen this time and do as she says, and the moment I slide Roe’s wedding band onto her finger alongside her nail design ring, I feel something inside my body click into place. A rightness in the world.
This wedding is fact. Not fiction.
Nothing like coming down to the fucking wire.
“Without further ado, Luke, you may now kiss your bride... again!” Sharon exclaims excitedly.
Our eyes lock before we meet each other in the middle, our foreheads gently touching for a moment as we hold each other’s face and smile softly knowing this is finally it. There’s no going back now.
I slip my hand down below her jaw and pull her into me, fusing our lips together as the whole world disappears and for a few precious seconds, we’re just us again. Luke and Addison. Two friends who met in a lumberyard and fell in love.
The distant cheering of our friends and family pulls us apart as Sharon introduces us as Mr. and Mrs. Luke and Addison Monroe Fletcher.
It’s about damn time.
Chapter 45
Fact or Fiction?
This reception is lit with LED.
Addison
“Fact or fiction, this hot cocoa is amazing,” I say, bending over next to Ethan, who’s currently slurping down what has to be his third cup of the night. He has a chocolate mustache and hot chocolate splatters all over his crisp white shirt.
“Total fact.” He slurps down more, and I tear up when I see a glimpse of my little brother in him.
“Hey, Ethan.” I drop down into the seat next to him. “Do you want to have a sleepover at our house sometime?”
“Are you kidding me? Duh! Yes. I am available tonight.”
I laugh and shake my head. “Um, tonight maybe doesn’t work the best but like maybe next weekend?”
“Okay, sure. Just ask my mom, she knows my schedule.”
“I like your style, kid.” I ruffle his hair, and he frowns and straightens it out.
“I don’t like your dress.”
“No?” I look down at it and frown. “What don’t you like about it?”
“White is boring. You should have tie-dyed it.”
I purse my lips thoughtfully. “You know, I think you’re right.”
“You want me to spill hot cocoa on it to give it some color?” He looks at me dead-ass serious.
“I’m gonna say no to that one.”
“You sure?” He holds the cup up toward me and I quickly grab his wrist and push him gently away.
“Yeah, I’m good. Thanks though.”
