Page 32 of Nothing Left to Lose

“Awesome,” I said, trying to smile. “I think?”

She laughed. “Oh, believe me, you’ll love them.” Then she looked at us both. “So how will you settle into married life when you get back? It’s all so new, right?”

Newer than she realized.

“Slowly,” I replied.

“But surely,” Brody added, sliding his hand into my back pocket and squeezing my ass.

“Off to the airport now?” she asked.

“Yes, we kinda slept in, so we should go. Don’t wanna miss our flight.” I shook her hand. “Thank you for everything. It’s been... amazing.”

“It sure has,” Brody agreed. “Life-changing, even.”

We said our goodbyes and made it to the airport just in time to board the plane. We fell into our seats, and Brody was soon scrolling through his phone.

He’d found the photos from the pool party that Carina had mentioned, and he saved a lot of them.

Pics of us dancing, of us kissing, of him with his hands on me.

They were hot, not gonna lie.

Then he began loading the photos into a post on his Instagram.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Gonna get this over with right now,” he said. “Saves telling everyone separately, right? Also helps that my phone is about to be in Airplane Mode for an hour, so...”

I chuckled. “If you’re ready, then sure.”

His eyes met mine. “I am.” He hit Post, and the comments began rolling in.

Finally.

OMG finally.

About fucking time, Brody.

Yes! Looking hot, guys... also about time, Brody, you dumbass.

He made a face at his phone. “Your sister just called me a dumbass.” Then he looked at me. “Have I been that oblivious?”

I laughed. “Uh, maybe.”

My phone beeped with message after message, but I didn’t even look.

We turned our phones off and he took my hand, thumbing the ring on my wedding finger. Then he looked at his own fake wedding ring. “Not sure I wanna take mine off,” he murmured. “I know it’s not real, but maybe we could wear them on our right hands until we decide to do it for real.”

My gaze cut to his. “Brody.”

“I told you I mean it. I’ve never been surer. Everyone in our lives seems to have known this but me. I feel like an idiot. And I feel even worse for stringing you along for so long.”

Oh, damn.

Then his whole face brightened. “We can come back here, anytime you want, and get hitched by Elvis.”

“Do you think our mothers would ever let us do that?”

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