Page 111 of Staying Selfless

How the fuck is she real? And how the fuck is she mine?

I clear my throat, trying to collect my thoughts and get this dress tied up because right now, I’m real close to pulling the straps down and letting it pool on the floor.

“You guys almost ready?” Marc calls out from the living room, deciding for me as I take the long green strings and begin to tie Logan’s dress.

“Yeah,” I shout back with a shaky and cracked voice, causing my girl’s head to fall forward in laughter.

“Not funny. You’re making me feel and sound like a teenage boy right now.”

I tie up her straps, somehow finding the restraint, and getting the job done. I seal it with another kiss on her shoulder and a two-handed smack/grab of her ass.

Logan turns around, her arms draping around my neck. “You look so handsome, Eli.” She runs her hands down the front of my hunter green suit before adjusting my tie for me. “I probably should’ve warned you I was going to wear green. Now everyone is going to think we matched on purpose.”

“Good. If I knew this was what you were wearing, I would’ve picked this suit for that exact reason,” I tell her with confidence. “When we finally live together, I’m going to let you get dressed first every day. Then I’m going to match my outfit to yours. You’re going to be so fucking embarrassed, but I’m going to love it.”

Her eyes wander down to the sink counter where I must’ve placed Marc’s hair product while in my daze. “Are you going to put that in your hair?”

“Yeah. Will you help me?”

She has a shy smile on her lips as she nods in agreement, pulling the lid off the container, scooping some out, and rubbing it between her hands.

“I’ve never seen you with anything in your hair.” Her concentrated gaze locks on her task as mine is locked on her. “It’s usually falling in your face.”

She bites down on her lip as she focuses on fixing my mop, and I have to bite down on my own lip just to keep from laughing at her determination.

“Do you like it pushed back?”

She casually shrugs her shoulders as her fingers continue to play with my hair. “I like it all, and you know I love your messy hair. Honestly, you look good no matter what. It’s kind of infuriating.”

“Mmm, you’re one to talk.”

Logan’s hands leave my hair as she steps back, cocks her head, and admires her handiwork. “Perfect.”

She turns to the sink to wash her hands as I check myself out in the mirror.

Alright, Marc. I’m retaking the attractive sibling title. Thank you very much.

“You guys better not be fucking in the bathroom!” my brother calls out as Logan and I smile at each other through the mirror’s reflection. “We’re going to be late.”

I wander into the bedroom, pulling Logan’s long wool coat from the closet, holding it open for her.

“Ready to get all sappy as fuck?”

“Yes, I am.” Logan adjusts her coat. “Are you going to cry?”

“Fuck no,” I quickly disagree. “The only wedding I’m gonna cry at is ours.”

“Oh, you better cry at our wedding,” Logan says as I follow her out of the room. “If you don’t, I will literally re-walk down the aisle as many times as it takes until you do.”

Chapter 29

Logan

The ceremony space is gorgeous. It looks like I’m outside, but thankfully I’m not. The windows are tall and sprawling, covering the length of the walls. The building seems almost entirely made of glass except for the small wooden panels keeping the windows supported.

I was just outside, so I know what it looks like, but it feels like the winter scenery is framed along the walls through the glass.

My eyes wander down the aisle to the simple wooden arch at the end where Gabe and Liam will say their vows. There are no added frills or flowers in the space because it’s, quite honestly, unnecessary. Their backdrop is the white-capped trees and fresh dusting of snow right outside, with a few perfectly positioned lights to illuminate the space.

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