pull.
"Jerry," he says between his patterned kisses.
"No," I murmur through a rasp, breathy tone. "I actually hate him."
"Good," he says far too enticingly while continuing the seductive dance across my exposed chest area.
"No," I say quickly as I snap out of the hypnotic moment. "I have to go downstairs without crazy-fucked hair and clothes."
He chuckles while taking my hand in his, the sizzling sparks between us trying simmer down.
"Then let's get you down there," he says smoothly.
He leads me down the old, creaky stairs, and Clara giggles as we pass by. It's almost embarrassing to see her acting like such a fool. I swear she acts like a giggling fifteen-year-old any time I mention Devin.
My strong, rich slice of heaven pulls me to him to inhale his delectable, mouthwatering scent, and I just fall into his embrace as a short, round man walks into the room.
"Alright. Take your places please."
I'm sick now. I don't want to be separated from Devin for this stupid pretend ceremony. I want to stay in his arms and just be happy. He frowns too when I move toward the line to join the wedding party, and he leans against the wall while watching me.
Jerry walks over to me to take his place at my side, and I do all I can not to spit in his face.
"Hey, gorgeous. You look amazing," he says cockily, his eyes alight with more enthusiasm than he deserves to have.
Slime.
Apparently he didn't get the memo about how I desperately want to see him castrated.
Hmm. He seems to have lost some of his toning. I remember him looking a hell of a lot sexier when we were dating. Of course, now that I've fucked Devin, no guy will ever seem sexy again. What was I thinking?
"Hey," I say curtly, my eyes moving back to my newfound obsession.
Devin's eyes are still locked in place on me, and he walks up show the world I'm with him. I can see the possessive glow blooming around him as his eyes size up Jerry, and my knees wobble when those smoky swirls of blue find mine again.
"Hey. I'm going to take a seat. I'll see you in a bit," he says in a way to let Jerry know we're together.
Then he takes it a step further and kisses me a little inappropriately - his tongue parading around in my mouth as though it owns it. I try to stifle the grin that's forming behind the kiss, and then I let it free while blushing when he pulls back.
"Okay," I giggle out like a giddy schoolgirl.
Sheesh . Did I really just giggle out okay ? Oh boy.
I'm already in trouble, and I barely know this guy.
He glides through the crowd as he finds a seat in the back. Every girl around makes sure to lock their eyes on the dazzling, confident creature here for me.
"Who the hell is that guy?" Jerry huffs while glaring at Devin's back.
"Devin," I murmur vaguely while keeping my eyes glued to the smoky eyes that have found mine again.
I hate how perfect he is.
"You ready maid of honor?" Clara squeals, snapping me out of my trance.
I turn to see her face ready to split in two. Her smile is so wide it has to be painful.
"Are you ready bride?" I giggle out.
Oh . That's why I'm giggly. It's a damn wedding. I knew this was a bad idea. Weddings evoke a dramatic sense of closeness that hasn't actually been achieved. This is going to end badly.
"I'm beyond ready," she squeals while jumping up and down.
I join her in her goofy jumping routine, and she just laughs all the louder as her excitement rolls out.
If she's this hysterically excited for the rehearsal, then I can only imagine how she's going to be tomorrow.
"I love you, Aphrodisia," she cries as she throws her arms around me.
"I love you too, Clara. Now get back and calm down. You have to make it down the aisle with only a small, respectable amount of giddiness," I chuckle.
"Okay," she giggles.
At least I'm not the only one giggling out that word. My eyes work their way back over to Devin, and I feel my heart flutter when he winks at me.
"I think we're up,"
"Jerry," he says between his patterned kisses.
"No," I murmur through a rasp, breathy tone. "I actually hate him."
"Good," he says far too enticingly while continuing the seductive dance across my exposed chest area.
"No," I say quickly as I snap out of the hypnotic moment. "I have to go downstairs without crazy-fucked hair and clothes."
He chuckles while taking my hand in his, the sizzling sparks between us trying simmer down.
"Then let's get you down there," he says smoothly.
He leads me down the old, creaky stairs, and Clara giggles as we pass by. It's almost embarrassing to see her acting like such a fool. I swear she acts like a giggling fifteen-year-old any time I mention Devin.
My strong, rich slice of heaven pulls me to him to inhale his delectable, mouthwatering scent, and I just fall into his embrace as a short, round man walks into the room.
"Alright. Take your places please."
I'm sick now. I don't want to be separated from Devin for this stupid pretend ceremony. I want to stay in his arms and just be happy. He frowns too when I move toward the line to join the wedding party, and he leans against the wall while watching me.
Jerry walks over to me to take his place at my side, and I do all I can not to spit in his face.
"Hey, gorgeous. You look amazing," he says cockily, his eyes alight with more enthusiasm than he deserves to have.
Slime.
Apparently he didn't get the memo about how I desperately want to see him castrated.
Hmm. He seems to have lost some of his toning. I remember him looking a hell of a lot sexier when we were dating. Of course, now that I've fucked Devin, no guy will ever seem sexy again. What was I thinking?
"Hey," I say curtly, my eyes moving back to my newfound obsession.
Devin's eyes are still locked in place on me, and he walks up show the world I'm with him. I can see the possessive glow blooming around him as his eyes size up Jerry, and my knees wobble when those smoky swirls of blue find mine again.
"Hey. I'm going to take a seat. I'll see you in a bit," he says in a way to let Jerry know we're together.
Then he takes it a step further and kisses me a little inappropriately - his tongue parading around in my mouth as though it owns it. I try to stifle the grin that's forming behind the kiss, and then I let it free while blushing when he pulls back.
"Okay," I giggle out like a giddy schoolgirl.
Sheesh . Did I really just giggle out okay ? Oh boy.
I'm already in trouble, and I barely know this guy.
He glides through the crowd as he finds a seat in the back. Every girl around makes sure to lock their eyes on the dazzling, confident creature here for me.
"Who the hell is that guy?" Jerry huffs while glaring at Devin's back.
"Devin," I murmur vaguely while keeping my eyes glued to the smoky eyes that have found mine again.
I hate how perfect he is.
"You ready maid of honor?" Clara squeals, snapping me out of my trance.
I turn to see her face ready to split in two. Her smile is so wide it has to be painful.
"Are you ready bride?" I giggle out.
Oh . That's why I'm giggly. It's a damn wedding. I knew this was a bad idea. Weddings evoke a dramatic sense of closeness that hasn't actually been achieved. This is going to end badly.
"I'm beyond ready," she squeals while jumping up and down.
I join her in her goofy jumping routine, and she just laughs all the louder as her excitement rolls out.
If she's this hysterically excited for the rehearsal, then I can only imagine how she's going to be tomorrow.
"I love you, Aphrodisia," she cries as she throws her arms around me.
"I love you too, Clara. Now get back and calm down. You have to make it down the aisle with only a small, respectable amount of giddiness," I chuckle.
"Okay," she giggles.
At least I'm not the only one giggling out that word. My eyes work their way back over to Devin, and I feel my heart flutter when he winks at me.
"I think we're up,"
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