I think I’m finally ready.
“My lips are sealed.” Max winks at me. “I’m so stoked for you! Baby’s finally gonna get it on!”
“Shut up!” I whisper in a harsh tone under my breath as we approach the boys.
“You guys look great!” Cliff says, eyes glued to Max.
My heart leaps in my chest as Ollie yanks my waist and pulls me into a kiss, his lips crushing against mine. A wildfire of heat spreads through my body as he grips my dress, his fingers digging into me. My insides clench. Holy crap. I amdefinitelyready.
“Hi,” I manage, eyelids fluttering as I pull away. “Wow...”
“Wow yourself, love,” Oliver grins, a devilish gleam in his eyes. “You look absolutely stunning.” He holds out the corsage. “May I?”
“Mhmm,” I blush, biting my tingling lips as Oliver slides a lily corsage on my wrist. “Thank you, it’s beautiful.”
“Its beauty simply does not compare.” He takes my hand, kissing it gently. “You’re a vision, my love. I have no words.”
Me neither. No words. He makes me speechless. Totally and irrefutably speechless. Words are overrated anyway. I don’t need to tell him how I feel. He knows. He knows I love him. So fucking much.
“Ay ay ay! Let’s get a move on!” Max yells from inside the limo. “God, you guys are sickening. Hello? We have champagne to drink!”
“I guess we should get in,” I whisper, unable to keep myself from smiling.
“After you,” Oliver smirks, nodding inside the limo.
“Why thank you,” I say, carefully getting into the limo, Ollie’s warm hand on the small of my back.
“Wait!” We all look toward the house, Alice sprinting toward us with a camera. “We forgot to take photos!”
“Close the door!” Max yells, grabbing my hand and yanking me inside. So aggressive! She turns to the driver. “Drive! Now!”
“But—” Cliff hesitates.
“Close the door!” Max demands. “We’ll be here for hours otherwise! Cliff!”
“And she says thatI’mbossy,” I whisper to Oliver as Clifford shuts the door, an apologetic gleam in his eyes as the limo pulls out of Maxine’s driveway. I examine my dress, frowning as I turn away from Ollie. “I feel like I ripped it. Do you see anything?”
“Mmm...” Oliver’s fingers glide down my spine, making me shiver. “Looks fine to me.”
“Good,” I breathe, heart racing from his touch.
“You alright, love?” he asks, cocking an amused brow.
“Mhmm,” I hum, eyeing the champagne Max is popping. Maybe a glass will help me calm down. I’m feeling all sorts of wound up. “I’m great.”
“Here. One for you—” Max hands me a flute. “And one for you. Wait—” she frowns at Ollie. “Are you drinking?”
“Not really,” he says. “But I think I can handle one glass.”
“You sure?” Max asks. “No pressure dude.”
“I’ll be fine, Max,” Ollie says, taking the flute. He glances at me, eyes softened. “I’ll be just fine.”
“Okay!” Maxine exclaims, holding up her glass. “To the most memorable night of our lives!”
Memories.
I’m creating them right now.
