“We’re gettin’ married!” I yelled and rushed to the road to hail a cab.
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“Wait, we need rings,” Jacques said as the cab driver sped down the street.
The lights were making me dizzy, but they were so pretty. I stuck my head out the window and watched them fly by.
“I know a place,” the driver said.
“Take us there,” Trav ordered.
I giggled. I loved love. I loved weddings. I wanted to be a bride again. Oh, wait, I was going to be. Yay!
I fell out of the door when I opened it, but Jacques was there to catch me. My knee hurt.
The shop in front of us was a little dingy. Maroon walls—go, Queensland!—and bars over the windows. But when we walked in, it was nice and quiet, and there were so many pretty rings.
“Oooh,” I cooed, looking at all the glittery stones.
“We’re getting married,” Trav said, and I giggled again.
I was so excited. I couldn’t wait. Was I pretty enough? I needed a veil and flowers.
“I need your biggest diamond,” Jacques said, holding his arms out wide.
There was a pop, and I spun around. I looooved champagne. Was there champagne? “Yes, please,” I said, wiggling my fingers so they’d hurry up. The nice man gave me a glass, and the bubbles went up my nose. I giggled again and watched as the room swayed around me. Were we on a boat?
My glass was empty again, and I frowned. “Who drank my drink?”
“My dear, you can have the whole bottle,” the nice man said.
“Can I have another one too?” I asked.
“Sure.” He gave the unopened bottle to Trav.
I narrowed my eyes at him. “You have to share.”
“I’m good at sharing,” he said, wiggling his brows.
I giggled again and tipped the bottle back to take another swig. I liked how the bubbles went up my nose.
Jacques took my hand, and the man slid a ring on it. “I have one that will be a perfect fit.”
“No, I’m getting married to Jacques, not you,” I said and took my hand back, but there was a lot of jingling.
“Oh no, my dear,” the nice man said and took back my hand. He slid it off me and patted my wrist. “That was just to check your size. You’re still getting married to Jacques.”
“Okay.”
Jacques carried out a little box, but he wouldn’t let me look. I wanted to see it. But I would soon. I was getting married! I skipped out to the cab and crashed into its side. I couldn’t stop giggling. Everything was so funny.
I sat on Trav’s lap while we drove to the chapel. He was so hard, and I was wet. I wanted him to fuck me.
“Mmm, me too.” Jacques moaned. “I want to watch you fuck.”
