Page 29 of What If I See You

Oh fuck. She…

Her mouth.

Her lips.

Her tongue.

“Oopsie…”

“Just a quick break…”

“Yeah I’ll just rest for…”

Fuuuuuck…

“Griffin?” Her eyes are wide and she swallows hard. “What have we done?”

Just before I answer her my phone dings in my hand. I turn it over to see the text on the screen and nearly vomit when I read what it says.

August

*Link to news article* GRIFFIN BRO! YOU GOT FUCKING MARRIED?

“No,” I mumble, shaking my head. “Can’t be.”

Layken turns on the floor, watching me in horror. “What?”

She lifts her water bottle to her mouth with her left hand and that’s when I see it. The shiny diamond ring on her finger.

No!

I lift my hand to find a gold band around my finger.

“No way in hell.”

My heart is racing and I start to sweat. My hands shaking, I tap the link to the article August sent and read the bold headline that says

HOCKEY STAR MARRIES IN SHOCKING PRIVATE CEREMONY.

I read a little farther, noting where it mentions my name and Layken’s

“No, no, no. I’m just going crazy,” I mutter, shaking my head. “Or I’m dreaming! Yeah. That’s it. This is a dream. I’ll wake up any minute and then?—"

“GRIFFIN OLLENBERG!” Layken shouts, holding her head in obvious pain. “If you don’t fucking tell me what’s going on right fucking now I’m going to?—"

“We got married.”

Her eyes find mine as my chest heaves and I try to make sense of this ridiculous situation.

Layken’s eyes narrow and she cocks her head. “We what?”

I wiggle my left hand in front of her face. “We got married Layken.” I step outside the bathroom looking for anything that tells me where we are. In seconds my eyes fall to the key sitting on the table just inside the door. I pick it up and take it back to the bathroom where Layken meets me at the door.

“See?” I tell her holding up the keyring that says, Marry Me Manor. “That’s why we’re here. We got married last night, remember?”

Recognition falls over her as the memories of last night come back to each of us little by little. She slowly lowers herself to the bed, her eyes flitting this way and that as she remembers. Her hand comes up covering her mouth as she mumbles, “Oh, my God.”

“Yeah.”

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