Page 66 of Dangerously Tempting

I roll my eyes, standing up. “An extravagant wedding, sure. But we’re not having an extravagant wedding.” I press a kiss to his cheek as I go to move past him, but he hooks me around the waist, pressing me into the door frame to steal a real kiss. He pulls away slowly, pressing his forehead to my own.

“You try telling that to Kat. She’s been waiting for this day even longer than I have and she’s got about 50 bridal magazines to show for it.”

“You two are the absolute worst,“ I whine.

“She’ll do all the work for you if you let her. But this is your day, baby, so make sure that you’re getting what you want, okay?”

“This is our day, which is why you should be participating in this just as much as I am.”

“Nope. Hard pass. This is all you girls. I’m fine with whatever you come up with. Promise.”

I laugh, rolling my eyes as I push him back against the other side of the doorframe to step away from him and move down the hall. “Bubblegum pink, coming right up!”

“You’re just joking,” he says with a laugh, but when I don’t say anything back he starts to follow me. “You are just joking, right?”

“I thought you didn’t care,” I say, shooting him an innocent look over my shoulder.

“You don’t even like pink.”

“I don’t like to wear pink. Never said I didn’t like putting hideous pink dresses on my bridesmaids.”

“Vetoed,” Kat says as I walk into the living room, her face scrunched in disgust. “You aren’t fucking Barbie, Amelia. I hope you’re just trying to torture him.” I grin widely and she rolls her eyes. “I’ve got her, Jameson. No pink, I promise.”

“I’m going to hold you to that,” Jameson responds easily, giving her a stern look as he passes the doorway, waving over his shoulder as he goes. “You ladies have fun!”

I grimace, turning to Kat to find her rubbing her hands together. “Fun it will be.”

“Torture is more like it,” I grumble, but drop to the couch beside her none the less. Jameson wasn’t kidding about the magazines, and they’re spread across the surface of the coffee table like we’re in a damn wedding store. “Is this really necessary?” I ask, motioning to them.

“Yes. Absolutely necessary. Now I need you to focus, because we’ll be here for the rest of the night nailing everything down so that we can get everything done on time. Buckle up, bitch. We’re in for a ride.”

I groan, throwing my head back but know she’s serious, so I settle in for the long haul.

Playlist: "Infinity," Jaymes Young

The wedding goes off without a hitch and is everything that I could have wanted. I had to put my foot down with Kat over several things, and guilt trip her with, “but it’s my day,” a line I will forever thank my husband for. It softened her to what I wanted, and everything turned out absolutely beautiful.

I got my simple, small wedding that we had on the beach. Jameson’s immediate family and our close friends are the only ones who got an invitation, and I honestly would not have had it any other way. We did a huge bonfire after, roasting marshmallows and making fools of ourselves as we danced and belted the lyrics to a playlist we put together of all our favorites.

It was perfect.

The fire was dwindling down, everyone starting to turn in for the night when I waved goodbye to Kat and Theo as they stumbled along with one another, way too sloshed to get very far. Thankfully they each had a room in the hotel just across the sand or I might have worried about them. They’d grown closer when they finally got over themselves, and now call each other friends. Between the two of them, anytime we hang out my face hurts from laughing so much.

I walk down to the water, sitting close enough that the waves lap over my feet but my dress stays dry where it’s bundled up in my lap. It isn’t long before Jameson finds me, wrapping his body around me from behind and pushing my hair over one shoulder so he can kiss the side of my neck.

“Why are you over here by yourself, wife?”

I can’t help but smile at his use of the word. I know it’s something he’s wanted since close to the beginning of our relationship, so to finally meet that need fills me with warmth. He pulls me closer, resting his chin on my shoulder as we watch the water.

“I was just thinking.”

“Oh? What wild ideas has that brain of yours concocted now?” He nips at my earlobe, and I squirm in his hold, giggling.

“No ideas, just thinking.”

“Care to let me in on those thoughts?”

I hum, like I’m contemplating my answer, and he stares at the side of my head. I just know that his eyes are narrowed, even though I’m looking away from him, but I can’t help but tease him by staying silent for a few more beats. “Just what your mom said earlier.”

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