Page 21 of What If I See You

Just to be clear none of the flowers in the bouquet are actually purple. They’re white but they’re tied together with a purple ribbon. In fact, all the bouquets are white but each have a different colored ribbon.

“How about rings, dears? Would you like rings?” She pulls out a few trays of jewelry for both men and women. “We have rings for twenty dollars and we have rings for much more.”

“Well, my girl here deserves the best, so whatever that is,” he says, pointing to a large diamond type of rock. “I’ll take it.”

I loop my arm through his and rest my head on his shoulder. “Aww, Griffin. You know just how to make me swoon.”

After he picks out a ring for me I choose one for him and then we’re signing a few papers before being led to a podium in a pretty pink room.

“Would you two like a wedding song? Something to come down the aisle to? I’m afraid the only song we have available right now is ummm…” she reads the file on her laptop and then glances at us. “’Tainted Love’.”

Griffin and I burst out laughing and give each other another high five. “‘Tainted Love’, it is.”

He pats my ass and says, “Get your ass down that aisle and come back to me.”

“You got it big daddy.”

I hop down the aisle holding my precious purple and totally free bouquet and await the beautiful music. Rather than walking majestically down the aisle to my groom, I dance because hello…“Tainted Love”. I even make sure to twerk a little on those two big down beats much to Griffin’s amusement. He applauds me the entire time until I’m standing right in front of him.

The Golden Girl lady—what’s her name again? Doesn’t matter—reads a few words from her laptop about love and weddings and then has us hold hands to take our vows. Rather than hold hands though, Griffin hooks his pinky with mine to say his I-do. That means it’s serious so I do the same thing.

“By the power invested in me I pronounce you Mr. and Mrs.…” She reads her file again. “Ollenberg.”

Griffin beams at me and exclaims, “Yeah baby! Mrs. Fuckin’ Ollenberg.”

Golden Girl laughs and says, “Go ahead and kiss your bride.”

Without another thought Griffin grabs my face and connects his lips to mine. We’re a little bit sloppy at first, but then he pulls back and stares at me for a second like he doesn’t understand how he got the candy but he likes the candy and wants more of it.

Also, I’m pretty sure I’m the candy.

“Again,” he says before he slides his hand into my hair, cradling the back of my head. He brings our lips together once more, only this time it’s so much more than a kiss.

His mouth opens against mine, his tongue darting into my mouth like he’s trying to swallow me whole. My entire body is engulfed in heat as he grips my hips, his warm fingertips pressing against the bare skin of my back. The tingling sensation weaving through my body makes me kiss him harder. Like I can’t get enough of him. I tilt my head, inviting him to get a better angle, and he takes full advantage, moaning against my mouth as his tongue swipes against my lips.

This is certainly no kiss-the-bride type of kiss. This is honeymoon night kind of kissing and phew! I’m enjoying every minute of it.

Golden Girl clears her throat just behind us and when we finally break apart, she holds up a key ring that says Marry Me Manor, a golden key attached to it, and says, “Perhaps you’d like to upgrade to the overnight package?”

Griffin’s already dark pupils stare at me, questioning what I want to do. “Wedding night?”

Feeling every bit of joy that has come from the past couple of hours I nod and loudly whisper, “I mean it’s not official till we fuck, right?”

“To wedding nights?” Griffin asks, raising his hand in the air.

I give him a hearty high-five. “To nights we won’t remember with friends we’ll never forget!”

Golden Girl takes our picture for our keepsake and then Griffin hands her his credit card to pay for our room. Once everything is signed and sealed, we’re holding hands and being led to a row of tiny bungalows behind Marry Me Manor. “There’s champagne and cookies in your room waiting for you. Enjoy.”

I clap my hands, squealing excitedly. “Ooh snacks!”

CHAPTER FIVE

GRIFFIN

Neither of us pay much attention to what the bungalow looks like when we step inside because we’re nothing but hands and lips and moans and groans. It’s definitely warmer in here than it was outside but that could also be due to the fact that my inhibitions, if I had any to begin with, have been out of sight for hours now, and my body is on fire for the gorgeous sexy woman standing in front of me.

Maybe I just need to get this out of my system and then I’ll be good.

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