Page 124 of Some Like It Hot

Then we leave the courtroom married.

CHAPTER 30

Elise

I’m married. To Blake Wilder.

Wow.

I look up at him as we descend the courthouse steps, our fingers intertwined.

That is…just wow.

I feel a stupid, goofy grin on my face.

I know this isn’t traditional in any sense of the word, but it’s still kind of fun.

I like Blake. We have fun together. He makes me feel special and adored. We have amazing sex. He’s so much more underneath than I had initially thought. He’s kind and funny and sweet and he accepts me exactly as I am.

And now he’s my husband and if anyone thinks I’m not going to enjoy the hell out of that for as long as it lasts, they’re nuts.

Before we stepped outside, he posted a photo of our hands with our wedding rings to his social media with the simple caption, “Did a thing today.”

It’s already blowing up.

I don’t mean it’s getting some attention.

I mean, it is blowing up.

As we hit the bottom of the steps, Blake turns and bands an arm around my waist. “Come here.” He pulls me in for a kiss and snaps a selfie. His long arm makes the shot pretty great. I grin at it as he shows me.

“Oh my gosh, did you just get married?” A woman who can’t be more than twenty rushes up.

“We did,” I tell her, giving her a bright smile.

“I can take a photo for you,” she gushes.

“Amazing, thanks,” Blake says, turning over his phone.

The woman steps back. “Dip her and kiss her,” she instructs Blake.

“Yes, ma’am.” He grins at me just before he dips me back and gives me a deep kiss.

“Oh yes!” she squeals.

She gives us instructions for a few more poses, then says to me, “That dress is gorgeous.”

I beam at her. “Thank you.”

“She makes dresses like this,” Blake tells her.

The woman’s mouth drops open. “No! Oh wow! You should put some of these up on your social media or something!”

She’s right, I should.

“Here, do a few more,” she says. She gets me to pose alone and snaps a few photos that show off the wedding dress perfectly.

“These look amazing.” Blake peers over my shoulder. “God, you’re gorgeous, sugar.”

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