SHE IS MINE, AND I AM HERS.
And the rings are now in their box, tucked safely in the inside pocket of my tuxedo, while I impatiently wait for Evie to finish getting ready in the bathroom.
I forced her to buy a wedding dress, which I haven’t seen yet.
She’d suggested getting married in a white dress that she already had. I wouldn’t have that, so I pushed her into a bridal store, after giving her one of my credit cards, while I went into the suit store across the street to buy my tux.
I’m getting married.
It might sound crazy to some, considering I’m only nineteen and Evie’s eighteen, but I don’t care. I’ve never been this happy in my whole life. From the first moment I met Evie, I knew that she was the one.
Max doesn’t know where I am. Well, I didn’t sneak off or anything. I just told him that Evie and I were going camping for a few days. It’s not a total lie, not if you think that staying in a Vegas hotel is similar to camping.
I don’t like lying to Max, but if I’d told him we were coming to Vegas, he’d have guessed. He’s not stupid. What other reason would we come here for? It’s not like either of us is old enough to gamble or drink. I know Max would have tried to talk me out of it, and I didn’t want anyone talking me out of this.
I want this with Evie, badly, like I’ve never wanted anything before.
I know Evie’s mine, and I know that she loves me, but I just want to make her mine in name. I want the world to know she’s mine, that she belongs with me, that she’ll never leave me.
Evie told her dad the same as I’d told Max, that we were going camping. When we get back, I know we’ll have to tell everyone the truth, that we got married. Mick has only just come around to letting Evie spend the night with me at the beach house, so I’m trying not to think about how he will react when he hears the news. I’m just hoping he doesn’t own a shotgun.
I hear the lock turn on the bathroom door, instantly pulling my attention to it. I get to my feet.
The door opens, and then Evie’s here, standing in the doorway, and I can’t fucking breathe.
She looks sensational, beautiful, breathtaking.
There really aren’t enough adjectives to describe just how incredible she looks.
Evie’s beauty has always been unparalleled. And right now, that has never been truer.
Her gown is simple but stunning—strapless with a tulle skirt that stops at her feet. A pale pink sash is tied around her waist with a bow on her back. With a simple flower wreath on her head, her hair is down, flowing in its natural wave.
“Hey, handsome.” She puts the clutch in her hand on the desk as she gives me a smile that stops my heart.
“You’re beautiful,” I tell her.
“Yeah?” She touches a hand to her hair.
“Yeah.” I walk toward her, my heart in my throat. “You’re perfect, Evie. You’re just…” I’m struggling with my words. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. “Everything.”
A light shines in her eyes. She reaches out and places her hand against my chest, covering my heart. “You’re everything, too, Adam, more than I think you realize.” She reaches up on her toes and kisses me.
The gloss on her lips tastes like strawberries. But she smells like Evie, like the beach on a hot summer day.
I wrap my arms around her and take the kiss deeper.
She breaks away too soon for my liking. “I’m gonna have to do my lips again,” she says breathlessly, a smile on her face.
“You’re fine,” I tell her.
“You’re not.” She giggles, touching a finger to my now tacky lips. “I’ll grab you a tissue.”
She goes to the bathroom before returning a second later with a tissue in hand.
“Here.” She reaches up, wiping the gloss from my lips.
My gaze naturally falls down to her tits. They look amazing in this dress. Well, they always look amazing, but all trussed up in her wedding dress, they somehow look even better.