Page 38 of Fear of Intimacy

As Josie talked, Wyatt peeked over his shoulder, catching sight of me. I sent him a thumbs up and smiled. He sent me a small, nervous one in return and patted his pocket.

“I almost don’t want to go home.”

“We can always come back soon,” Wyatt said, coming up to her side.

“Maybe we can make this a yearly trip.” From here I could hear the giddy-ness in Josie’s voice.

I watched silently as Wyatt gave himself a little pep talk, his lips moving like he was muttering something under his breath. When he inhaled deeply, I knew it was time.

“Josie.” Wyatt gently grabbed her waist and turned her to face him. The smile she had on her face made my heart squeeze. “You know I love you, right?”

“I would hope so. Especially after last night.” I almost choked out a laugh. Josie definitely didn’t know everyone was within hearing distance. Chuckling, Wyatt nodded.

“I made a promise to your dad that I would make sure you felt loved every second that you’re by my side. And the thing is Josie,” his hand came up to brush against her cheek, “I don’t want you to ever leave my side.”

My throat closed as tears once again pricked my eyes. I willed my hand not to shake my phone.

“I want to wake up to your horrible singing every day. I want to see the way your tongue sticks out of your lips when you’re thinking about something. I want everything that is you for the rest of my life.”

When Wyatt kneeled down onto one knee, my grinalmost split it in half. Josie covered her mouth as she stared at Wyatt in shock. I kept my camera on them as Wyatt reached into his pocket.

“So, Josie, will you?—”

“Hell yes!” Josie interrupted Wyatt before he could finish. She threw herself at fiancé, who barely managed to stay upright. I could tell Josie was crying as her body shook. My own tears ran down my face.

Wyatt must have whispered something in her ear because she pulled away and nodded, extending her left hand. From here, I could hear her gasp as she stared down at the ring Wyatt slid onto her finger. The ring I helped Wyatt pick out a month ago.

It was a gorgeous pale pink diamond, resting on top of a rose gold band. It was beyond gorgeous and huge and absolutely perfect for Josie. I told him the day we looked at rings that Josie was more of a simple ring person, but he claimed he wanted the best of the best for her. We ended up compromising on one big diamond instead of multiple. This one was 100 percent made for her.

When Josie pulled Wyatt up into a kiss, I heard a loud cheer. Not even a second later, the guys came into view, pretty much tackling our newly engaged friends. I kept recording as they yelled, Trevor picking Josie up and twirling her around.

I waited until Lydia and Mila came out to congratulate the two, wanting to get it all on video, before finally putting my phone away. Walking down to where everyone was I caught Josie’s eye. All it took was one smile before the two of us ran toward one another.

Her body slammed into mine as I wrapped my arms around her tightly. I hugged the girl who was more my sister than anything else, practically squishing her. Pulling back a few minutes later, I sent her a watery smile.

“You’re getting married.”

“I am.” I reached up and wiped a tear off her cheek. “You did all of this, didn’t you?”

Smiling, I shrugged. “Wyatt did most of it, but I wasn’t about to let my best friend get engaged in some gross, sweaty hockey arena.” Josie laughed, tears still leaking out of her eyes. “And your boyfriend may be great but he doesn’t know how to pick out a ring to save his life.”

“It’s beautiful.”

“You’re welcome,” I joked.

“You’ll be my maid of honor, right?”

“Oh, I already got my maid of honor badge.” The two of us shared another smile. “I’m so happy for you, Jo.”

“Me too.” Seeing the look in Josie’s eyes almost made me cry. She looked happier than I'd ever seen her. After everything she’d been through, she deserved to be happy. It was then she seemed to take in my appearance.

“And what happened to you?” She raised an eyebrow at me. Feeling Wyatt’s eyes on me, I shook my head.

“It’s a long story. I’ll tell you later. You better get back to your boyfriend—wait, I mean—fiancé.He looks seconds away from pulling you out of my arms.” I whispered the last part.

“Love you, Tash.”

“Love you too.” Josie pecked my cheek before turning and heading back to her now fiancé. Almost immediately, Wyatt pulled her into his arms. With a soft ache in my chest, I stepped forward and lifted my phone to take more pictures.

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