When he returns to the Jeep, I flip around in the seat and lean over between the steering wheel and his body. I touch his face, burning this moment into my brain, then I kiss him. We make out, kissing without a thought of the world around us and with no regard for the length of time.
We have hours before the rehearsal, and I want to spend every moment being Blaze's girl without any consequences attached.
I'm sure Brandon will react positively to the news, and it won't change his and Blaze's dynamic, but Jenny is a different story. She and I have been besties for practically our whole lives. We did everything together and depended on each other. When Brandon entered the mix, he wasn't a negative to our bond because he brought along his cute little brother.
As life does, when you become an adult with careers, Jenny and I don't hang out like we did before, but we make time and will always be there for each other. My concern about my dating Blaze is that every time I brought a boyfriend around, she made it clear she didn't like them. She wasn't mean or rude. She would simply say, "He isn't right for you, Summer. You can do better. You deserve to be happy, and I don't see happiness with him."
I lose myself in Blaze's kiss. Time doesn't exist. It's like we have always been this way, only we haven't. It's the oddest thing, but it feels so natural. Comes so easily. We know each other so well, it's not awkward in the least. It's just great!
Surely, Jenny won't make it weird. She'll be cool with it. But honestly, I'm not sure I could push him away at this point, even if doesn't.
When my phone dings with Jenny's reply, I ignore it. Nothing but this moment matters. Nothing but making sure Blaze knows I'm his.
Blaze
Breezy never ceases to amaze me. I know she's uptight about the wedding, and I know how important this is to her that everything goes perfectly, and yet here she is, sitting in my lap, kissing me as if she doesn't have a care in the world.
Neither of us notices the express delivery truck until it turns off the road onto the drive. We break our deep kiss with several quick pecks as the rear door rolls up. Then we climb out of the Jeep and walk around to greet the driver.
He shoves three big boxes to the back and then jumps down and looks at us. The surprise on his face lasts only a few moments, then his hand is out, and I shake it.
"Blaze Malone!" He tells us. "Dude! I can't believe it. I'm a huge fan."
"Thanks, man."
"Do you mind if I take a selfie with you? My boys won't believe me otherwise."
I grin and wink at Breezy, "Of course not."
He whips his phone out, puts his arm around my shoulders, and snaps a quick pic. "Thanks, man. I really appreciate that."
"No worries," I tell him. "What you got for us?"
He leans in, saying, "Three big boxes from Florida."
I nod at Breezy, "Bring the Jeep, baby."
The driver and I wait for her, discussing my injury, as she trots over to it, climbs in, and adjusts the seat. Then she cranks it and pulls it next to the truck.
We load the boxes in the back, and I climb in next to her as the truck reverses onto the highway. Then he toots his horn and drives away.
On the way back to the cabin, Breezy explains what's in the boxes. "Jenny's wedding gown will be in the big one, and the other two must be our wedding attire. I didn't see your tuxedo in the cabin."
I confirm that Brandon was shipping it to me.
"We need to unpack them and hang them up."
When we arrive at the cabin, we unbox the formals. She tears into the one with Jenny's wedding gown. While I'm all about checking out the one holding her Maid of Honor dress. The first thing I notice peering inside is its deep rich plum color.Breezy's color.
I smile.She's going to be a knockout in this thing.
I place my body between her and the contents so when I lift it out, even though her back is to me, if she turns around to look, she won't see it.
But I need not have worried. She's all into the bridal gown. Fussing over how Brandon packed it, how she'll need to hang it in the shower to release the wrinkles and how beautiful the pearls and lace are.
I lift her dress out and nearly choke.
It isn't long. It's short. Not mini skirt length, but Breezy is tall with long gorgeous legs. Even a dress that should sit just above the knee on most women will be mid-thigh on her. The shirt isn't figure-hugging. It's full and flowing. Slightly shorter in the front than the back. It'll be swirling around her as if a soft breeze is blowing it.Damn, when I spin her around on the dance floor, it's going to fan out and flash her panties to everyone watching.
