Page 125 of Tangled in Vows

A shiver runs through her at the contact, and she places her hands on mine and squeezes.

“What do you think about having a relaxed movie day today?”

Her question doesn’t surprise me. Neither does the fact she didn’t forget the meaning of today. She never forgot. I could always count on her.

And look where we’re at now.

I close my eyes and breathe in the scent of her fruity shampoo. “I love you.”

Although I said those three words back yesterday, I’ll never get tired of saying them. Just like I’ll never tire of hearing them.

For a moment, there’s only silence before a teary-eyed Olivia faces me. “I love you so much.”

She practically throws herself at me, burying her face in the crook of my neck. I hold her, enjoying her nearness more than I’ve ever enjoyed anyone else’s.

“Are you okay?” she whispers next to my ear.

“I am.” And it’s the truth. Maybe it will hit me later on, but for now, I am okay. Especially with Olivia by my side. “But yes, a movie day sounds perfect.”

“Good.” She smiles at me. “Let me shower quickly, and then we can head downstairs to the movie room.”

My hands slide down her back to cup her ass. “Only if I can join you in the shower.”

Olivia’s breath hitches at the contact. “As if I could say no to that.”

We get out of bed and walk to the bathroom, hand in hand. I take my time undressing her before showing her without wordshow much she truly means to me. I worship her body until she comes on my tongue before filling her with lazy strokes.

When we enter,the movie room is dim. It’s already set up, with blankets piled on the couches and large trays with food and drinks next to them.

“There you are.” Archer jumps up from his seat and walks toward me.

His hug is tight and welcome. I slap his back several times until he lets go and steps back.

We share a silent look, and I give him a quick nod to convey I’m good.

He nods back and focuses on Olivia. “You can sit with me or this big oaf.”

His thumb points at me, but Archer’s carefree attitude does the trick, as it so often does. Olivia laughs, and the corners of my lips tilt up a fraction too.

She leans her head against the side of my arm, her hand back in mine. “I think I’ll stick with the big oaf for now, but the day is still young.”

Archer pouts. “Fine, be a party pooper. The firstRockymovie is loaded and waiting for us, and the food should still be warm for approximately two more minutes, so let’s dig in.”

It takes one glance to confirm he’s talking about the vast array of food from the same fast-food chain I go to every year on my sister’s special days—the same restaurant where I joined Olivia the day we met.

I pull Olivia down on the oversized couch Archer isn’t occupying, just as my phone buzzes in my sweats. I check thescreen, and the group chat with Phoenix and Evie shows several new messages.

Phoenix: How are you holding up?

Evie: I’m so sorry we can’t be there today. I should have rescheduled the concerts.

Phoenix: If we leave now, we can still make it back before the day ends.

The dots are bouncing at the bottom, so I quickly type a reply.

Me: No need.

Me: You’re staying right where you are so our Princess can perform the concerts she’s supposed to. I expect videos the second she finishes her performance tonight.

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