Page 62 of Tamed By You

“What?” I reply, my brows furrowing.

“Girls only Notebook guys they like.”

“Does someone want to enlighten me as to what the fuck ‘getting notebooked’ is?” Brad asks.

“The movie, The Notebook. They make you watch it to make you sad and see if you cry,” Jack states.

“And did you?” Brad eyes me curiously.

“I, might have teared up… a little.”

“What the fuck?” Brad yells, face contorting.

“They died in each other’s arms, Bradley. How do you not fucking cry at that?” I yell.

“It’s true.” Jack nods.

“Oh god, not you too,” Brad says dragging a hand down his face,

“Oh yeah, cried like a baby. He wrote her three hundred and sixty-five letters,” Jack says, pressing his lips together.

“Yeah, that bit got me too,” I say, clearing my throat and blinking rapidly, feeling the emotions coming back.

“I can't with you two. Pussy whipped, the pair of you,” he says, shaking his head. “Tell me you both at least got some after watching that shit.”

Me and Jack both stay silent and a horrified look seeps across Brad's face.

Jack clears his throat. “We had a nice cuddle.” He sniffs, brushing down his jacket.

Brad’s face is priceless. “Alright, Barney the dinosaur, did you talk about your feelings after and sit round the campfire holding hands.” Shaking his head again, he mutters, “a fucking cuddle.”

“It might do you good to watch it. Get in touch with your feelings,” Jack says.

Brad eyes him. “Being in a house full of woman has changed you.”

Jack grins. “I know.” Brad rolls his eyes and laughs.

“Well, tell me you got some,” he asks, pointing at me.

“Oh no, we cuddled, she passed out, and I cried myself to sleep.”

“Dear god,” he says, pinching the bridge of his nose. “How are you two getting laid on the regular?”

Jack leans into him clapping him on the back. “Because we cuddle.” I nod in agreement, holding out my hand to Jack for a fist bump.

“I have no words,” Brad says, shaking his head.

We laugh. “But seriously, Haz, I want to know about this mystery girl,” Jack says.

“I will, when the times right.”

When the time is right? This isn’t a thing, is it?

They finish getting ready as I pour a whiskey from the minibar, and an unsettling feeling nestles in the pit of my stomach. The idea of not seeing her when I want, not having any more silly movie nights, hits me. That's all going to end when I go back to London and that thought doesn't sit well with me.

After several attempts at the bow tie and a surprise visit from Noah, we made it to the ceremony with minutes to spare before the blushing bride arrived. I’m so glad he was able to make it back for their special day, I know the guilt of missing his baby sister's wedding to his best friend would have eaten him up. Assoon as we walked into the church, it was as if any nerves or worries left Jack. He oozed cool calm and collected, but why would he be nervous? He was about to get everything he has wanted since I’ve known him.

He got a chance with his very own mystery girl; the girl that he harbored an unspoken love for so many years, till fate brought them back together. It makes me think of Ali. We keep saying one night, one more time, but what if fate was trying to push us together, what if our one night was never meant to be just one night? What if we were meant to be more and we are too busy fighting it instead of leaning into it?

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