“Something big that is…?”
“You remember when Chloe took you shopping a few weeks back for dresses to bring?”
I turned my nose up at that experience. Chloe was like a drill sergeant that day, nothing was good enough for her but we did end up with killer dresses that would make Damon and Logan’s heads spin.
“I remember it vividly.” I’d never known tired until that day.
“Are you happy with the dress you got?” He asked.
“Yeah…” I loved it. Like really loved it. The dress was white, knee length with lace detail on the bodice and a slight kick to the skirt. The strapless sweetheart neckline showed off my assets perfectly.
Chloe’s dress was equally gorgeous, all blood red and a similar style but without the lace.
He gulped. “For a while I’ve been thinking about our future…”
Frowning, I rubbed the knot in my stomach. “Okay.”
“Nell, I’ve planned our wedding. Which is tomorrow at one o’clock, by the way.”
My eyes bulged. I heard three words that sent my mind spinning: our, wedding and tomorrow. What. The. Fuck. We were here to get married?
“What?” I whispered, feeling too cold despite the heat.
“Don’t freak out. I can cancel it if you want. Nell, there is no pressure.”
“Huh?” Nothing made sense. He’d planned our wedding? He hadn’t even bloody proposed yet!
“I know how much you think and stress about things like this and if we had a long engagement and planned a wedding you’d overthink until you were sick.”
“So you took that away?”
I wasn’t sure if that was sweet or downright stupid.
“Yeah. Plus after that weekend at my parents I was pissed that I wouldn’t get to surprise you.”
“Well, you’ve certainly made up for that,” I squeaked.
He shrugged and kissed my forehead. “I love you so much, Nell, you’re the other half of me, you’re all I need now and forever, and if you decide you don’t want to do this tomorrow I swear to you nothing will change. We’ll do this however you want, whenever you want.”
“Fuck,” I whispered. Tomorrow I was all booked in to become Mrs Masters. The thought made my heart jump. It was something that terrified and thrilled me. Damon knew me well; I would freak myself out if I had months to plan a wedding.
He pressed his lips to mine and wrapped his arms firmly around me. With my head squished against his shoulder I had no room to move but I didn’t want or need to move away from him. Ever. I was overcome with emotion so thick it choked me. Damon was my forever and I would never run or hide from him again. The thought of being his wife filled me with joy and excitement. Knowing it would just be us and our best friends was perfect.
“I’m in,” I muttered.
He stilled. “What?”
“I’m in. Let’s get married tomorrow.”
Pulling back, he flashed the brightest smiled I’d ever seen. “I bet you cry before I do,” he challenged.
I narrowed my eyes. “Game on, Masters.”