Page 115 of Beautifully Reckless
“You almost ready?” JD steps into the tiny fucking bedroom I was meant to sleep in last night.
“I suppose,” I mutter, staring at myself in the narrow mirror on the wall.
“You scrub up alright,” he snickers, and I smirk at my best mate.
“I feel like a fucking pansy.”
JD roars with a laugh, moving up between me and the mirror and starts unravelling the tie I just spent the last fucking ten minutes perfecting.
“You’re trying too hard. The collared shirt is enough. The tie isn’t you.” He wags his brows at me. “Besides I doubt she wants to see you look like anything butyouat the end of the aisle.”
Fuck. I wish.
“She doesn’t even want to marry me, man.”
He nods, tossing the tie aside. “She’s been through a lot. Don’t take it personally. It’s about her, not you. Everyone can see how much she’s into you.”
I thought she was into me.
What am I thinking? Of course she’s into me. She never would have trusted me with her body last night if she wasn’t.
“Why the fuck am I so twisted up about her?”
JD chuckles and claps me on the shoulders. “She’s your person, man. Ain’t no other way to explain it.”
“Myperson,” I mutter, glancing back to the mirror to see the top few buttons of my black shirt undone, and this time when I look at myself, I see me.
Black shirt, sleeves already rolled up, my cut over the top, black jeans, and my freshly polished black shitkickers.
“Hair up or down?” I ask JD, and my best mate studies me for a moment before answering.
“Leave it up. Let everyone see that gorgeous face.”
“Fuck off.” I go to slap him, my hand meeting fresh air as he dodges it.
“Hey, as your best man, I have to be honest.”
I roll my fucking eyes.
Fuck. My Angel is rubbing off on me. Now I’m an eye roller?
Organising the wedding has been rushed as fuck. Smitty had people working all night to make sure everything was in place for this to go smoothly.
“Tell me Lewy has arrived with the documents,” I ask JD as he eyes himself in the mirror.
“He has. He’s got her birth certificate, and her learner’s driver’s licence credentials. Ace has the marriage certificates ready, too. The fucker is keen as hell to officiate today. He’s ready to go when you are.”
“Fuck,” I whisper. “Am I really doing this?”
“You sure fucking are.” He gestures to the open door. “Let’s get you hitched so this party can begin, and you can consummate your marriage.”
“I like the idea of that last part,” I grin, before it fucking slips away. “I don't fucking know if she’s going to come out of my room to marry me.”
His lips spread wide in a grin. “She’s already waiting downstairs, man.”
What?
My fucking heart flips in my chest, and I’m moving before I can stop myself, dead set on making Abbey mine for fucking ever.
