Page 123 of Some Like It Hot

She’s smiling up at me and I’m studying her, searching her expression for any indication she might feel the same way as me, but she just looks like Elise—happy, confident.

“Do you, Blake, take Elise to be your lawfully wedded wife?”

“I do.”

Oh, fuck me, I do.

I said it. I meant it. I’m not faking a damn thing.

And now I’m in trouble.

This can only end in me being emotionally destroyed.

“Do you, Elise, take Blake to be your husband?”

“I do.”

She did.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

“Then by the power vested in me by the state of Illinois, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

There is a buzzing in my ears.

My hands are trembling a little when I cup her cheeks and meet her gaze. Her lips part and her eyes go soft. She sighs when I invade her space.

Then my lips are on hers and I’m drowning.

My wife.

She is my wife.

And I’ve never been happier.

She grips the lapels of my suit jacket and gives herself over wholly into our kiss, our mouths melding, tongues lightly intertwining.

It’s the best kiss we’ve ever shared.

And I know I can’t tell her how I feel.

Because she’ll see it as a bait and switch.

She’s marrying me as a friend.

I end the kiss, nibbling lightly on her lower lip, and easing my hands down off of her soft skin.

Elise sways a little on her feet.

Her cheeks are pink.

“Wow,” she says.

“Was that sweet enough for you, Sugar?” I force myself to grin and turn back to the judge to hear the rest of what he has to say.

If I look at Elise, I’ll blurt out everything and freak her the fuck out.

The clerk says, “Congratulations,” and Elise leans against my left side, her hand still in mine.

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