Page 164 of Talk Nerdy To Me
Epilogue
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A shudder spreads up my spine as I partially collapse to Britt’s back, eyes on her in the mirror as she pants for breath, hands still clutching the edge of the bathroom sink.
I grin against her shoulder, kissing it as I pull the strap of her dress back into place and start fixing myself as she does the same, a smile on her face the entire time.
“You’re adding this to the mental tally of public places right now, aren’t you?” I ask as I strategically hide the condom.
She just continues to smile, not answering, before she turns and gives me a quick kiss.
“They’re going to wonder why I’ve been gone for so long,” she says as she hurries out the door.
After washing my hands, I pick up the bouquet, and I hold it out just before the door bursts open again.
“Thanks,” she says as she snatches it and starts to turn again, but I grab her wrist and haul her to me.
She comes willingly, kissing me as I walk her out of the bathroom.
“I really do have to go,” she murmurs against my lips, a slight groan barely escaping her throat.
I finally let her go, and she hurries down the hall as quickly as she can in her heels.
It’s not until she disappears into the room that I realize I’m once again holding the damn bouquet. Stifling a laugh, I knock on the door, expecting Britt to answer immediately.
It’s not her.
Bo answers the door, and her eyes immediately drop to the bouquet.
“Britt, it’s impossible for you to actually forget something. What really happened to my bouquet?” I hear Raya asking in a slight panic. “Did it get ruined?”
“Found it. And it’s in pristine condition,” Bo says with a smirk as she opens the door wider.
Raya, standing there in one really extravagant wedding gown, takes one look at me and then darts an unimpressed look at Britt, who is smoothing her hair down in the mirror, playing it cool.
Britt’s eyes meet mine in the reflection briefly, and the barest of smiles flirts with her lips.
“Be glad I still appreciate the disgustingly sweet phase,” Raya says on a grumble as she turns around, her dress zipped only partially—but it doesn’t look like it’s going to zip anymore.
“How does Paul Colton himself mess up measurements this badly? Why am I trying to fix it instead of him?” Bo asks, somehow managing to make it across the room without me noticing.
I glance back over at Britt as she makes her way toward me.
The room is full of girls, material, fancy bridesmaid shit, and various other really pink and purple things.
They all fuss over something that Raya is freaking out about, trying to calm her down. I don’t really pay it much attention because Britt is pulling me down by my tie.
“Britt, can you go get the other fabric from my office to see if it’ll match up since Raya doesn’t want to tell her future father-in-law he messed up?”
Britt starts to leave, but Rain squeezes by me. “I’ll go get it. Britt will make too many detours,” she quips as she hurries toward the back doors.
“Did you not do a final fitting or even try it on?” Bo is asking incredulously, as Raya huffs out an annoyed breath. “Are you that tired of this wedding before you even have it?”
I tune out the intense backstage drama that will be eclipsed with a show and bright, shiny photographs that will probably make it feel like this never happened.
“So you’re going to Houston next?” Harley asks us. “After the reception?”
“We’ll be riding in the back of Taylor’s van instead of flying private,” I tell her, knowing what she’s about to offer. “He just had it refurbished, so it’s not as terrible as it sounds,” I add.
