Page 142 of Pucking Matt
Amber says, “I’m still debating if I should sleep with him or not.”
Lindy says, “Hold out, hon. It’ll pay off. If he’s the one, there’s many more opportunities.”
Amber smiles. “That’s exactly what I was thinking.”
I shoot her a look. Amber is looking up at me with puppy eyes, and I know she’s referring to her mission blue balls.
Lindy says, “Well, it was so fun chatting with you, Amber. I wish you all the best.” She looks at me. “Take care of her. She’s a good one.”
I nod as Lindy walks away.
“Ready?” Amber asks.
“Yeah.”
I pay for her tab and then we walk in the direction of the beach. I grab Amber’s hand and ask, “What was that with Lindy?”
Amber answers, “Girl talk.”
“Talking about me?” I ask, wondering what Amber would possibly need advice on.
Amber says, “She’s a stranger. And I needed a third-person point of view about what to do and some encouragement.”
“Encouragement?” I ask as we walk down the stairs. I check the time. “And you don’t know what to do about what?”
Amber states, “Mission Blue Balls.”
“Was Lindy insightful? Give you the advice you wanted to hear?” I ask, touching her waist as we walk down the path.
Amber leans into me. “It doesn’t matter what she said because I know what I want.”
“Touché.”
Amber smiles. “That’s like your favorite word.”
We reach the sand and see James standing on a rug next to the officiant and photographer. James is waiting patiently with his hands folded in front of him. When he spots us, he smiles.
We walk over and stand next to him. The waves are crashing in the distance behind us, and the sun is starting to set. The photographer runs over to the side and kneels down, looking through her camera.
“There’s your mom,” James says with a smile.
She must’ve been waiting around the corner for us to arrive because that was quick. I look at the path we came from and watch my mom walk slowly onto the beach.
“God, she’s beautiful,” James says as she smiles at him.
My mom meets the carpet and keeps her eyes on James as the photographer snaps a hundred photos. My mom says, “I love you.”
James smiles, “I love you too.”
My mom glances at Amber. “Will you stand on my side, please?”
Amber nods and walks over to the bride’s side, playing the role of impromptu bridesmaid.
Sand is under my feet as I curl my toes into it. The sky behind Amber is slowly shifting from blue to pink and purple. The officiant starts talking, but my attention is caught on Amber.
I finally get to see her head-to-toe, and she looks ridiculously hot in that outfit. Her white skirt sits at her mid-thigh, the black belt accentuating her curves. I've seen her in countless outfits - from her Grind Stone uniform to that red dress at the party - but seeing her like this right now is doing something to me. I’m imagining hiking that skirt up and making her moan my name.
The officiant continues to speak, but I’m not paying any attention because the sunset isn't the only thing glowing right now.
