Page 6 of Their Sweetest Obsession

Fuck it, that was all that meddling old asshole was getting. We weren’t going to spend another day without her in our bed.

Stepping into the foyer of the apartment, I heard the television coming from the living room. Reeve cocked a brow at me. From the sound of it, some reality TV show was on. Definitely not our girl watching it.

Walking into the living room, we stopped at the sight we discovered. Kara, the roommate and best friend, was sitting on one end of the couch with her legs folded under her, eating directly from a to-go container of Chinese food. She was so engrossed in what was on TV, she didn’t notice us standing there at first.

On the other end of the sofa, curled up under a blanket, looking like the most beautiful angel to ever walk the earth, Marina was fast asleep. Her face was pressed into the back of the couch, her mouth slightly open, softly snoring.

Reeve rushed forward, making Kara yelp, but he had eyes only for our princess.

“Jesus!” Kara whisper-shouted, holding a hand to her chest. “What are you two doing here?”

Without answering, Reeve crouched down beside Marina. Tenderly, he tucked her hair back from her face, his thumb caressing her cheek. As I walked closer, I saw she had dark shadows beneath her eyes, along with dried tear streaks.

The fuck?

“You!” Kara hissed, glaring at Reeve. She had balls. I’d give her that. On a good day, Reeve’s cold glare was scary as fuck to anyone who didn’t know him as well as I did. Which was only one other person—Marina. Right then, with how worried he was about our wife-to-be, he looked like he could, and no doubt would, rip a man apart. But Kara stared him down like a fierce little kitten. “Who the hell do you think you are? You can’t just break her heart the way you did and then show up here, pretending to love her!”

Reeve’s face turned to stone. “What are you talking about?”

She grabbed something off the coffee table and waved it in the air. “Your stupid wedding invitation arrived last night. All wrapped up in a gift bag, no less, like it was a treat for her. You are such an insensitive jerk. I can’t believe I thought either one of you loved her.”

I snatched the card from her hand, my eyes quickly scanning what was supposed to be our wedding invitation. As soon as I read it, I ripped it in half, anger spiking in the blink of an eye. “This is bullshit. Not only did they get her name wrong, but mine isn’t even on here. Who approved these damn things before they were printed?”

Tossing it aside, I nudged Reeve out of my way so I could bend and kiss Marina’s cheek, needing to touch her, reassure myself that she was there and safe. That she was mine just as much as Reeve’s.

With a breathy little sigh, she snuggled deeper into the couch but didn’t awaken.

Reeve picked up the torn invitation and read the name on it aloud. “Marianna Westfield?”

Placing her container of food on the table, Kara got to her feet. She planted her hands on her hips, her eyes jumping from Reeve to me and back again. “Are you saying you aren’t marrying this Marianna woman?”

“Of course I’m not. What the hell, Kara? Why would you even ask that when you know we’ve been planning our wedding to Marina for months?”

“Say what now?” She pointed at the ripped invitation in his hands. “That was the first I’ve heard of anyone getting married. Marina didn’t know anything about it either.”

Reeve made a choking noise. Straightening, I moved so I was between him and Kara. Grabbing his face with both hands, I forced him to meet my gaze. “Calm down. We will figure this out. Obviously, wires got crossed somewhere.”

Reeve clenched his teeth, fire burning in his eyes. “Invitations were the only thing Opal had checked off on the list she has for Marina to make decisions about.”

“We can discuss that when she wakes up,” I promised him. “For now, let’s get her to bed.”

“Are you seriously not getting married?” Kara asked when Reeve scooped a still-sleeping Marina into his arms. Her head was cradled gently to his chest. I brushed her hair out of her face, savoring the moment of seeing the woman I loved being held by my best friend.

“He’s getting married,” I answered her. “We both are.” She opened her mouth, but I continued. “To Marina.”

Her glower turned into a smile. “Good. Wait, is that legal? How can you both marry her?”

“Legally, she will be Reeve’s wife,” I explained, watching him carry Marina toward her room. “It won’t be a traditional wedding. More of a commitment ceremony for the three of us.”

“Oh, cool. Can’t wait to celebrate with you guys.” She sat back down and grabbed the remote to rewind whatever she’d missed of her show. “But maybe explain that to Marina. Pretty sure she doesn’t know anything about your plans.”

“Yeah, apparently.”

“Just an FYI, she’s going to have a killer hangover.”

“Shit,” I groaned, turning toward the kitchen to grab a few bottles of water.

Entering Marina’s room, I found Reeve had placed her in the middle of the bed. His suit jacket had already been discarded, and he was kicking off his shoes. Unbuckling his belt, he pulled it free and shoved his slacks down his legs, leaving him in nothing but boxer briefs.

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