Page 73 of Eternally Yours
“I did,” she says coyly.
“Then get over here and show me what a good girl you are.”
She pushes off the wall and takes an eager step my way just as we hear a loud, “Hello?” coming from downstairs. Emma.Fuck! I swear I can’t catch a break.
Cecilia offers me an apologetic smile. “Sorry. I promise, later.” She blows me a kiss and rushes out of the room to greet her friend, Milo jumping off the bed and running after her.
I blow out a breath and give my big friend time to deflate as well before joining the girls.
A few hours later, I’m standing against the kitchen island with my two best friends, Clay and Greyson, watching my girl move seductively to the beat of the music. Her, Em, and Morg are definitely letting loose tonight with the dancing and cocktails.
“So, you really gonna do this? Are you ready for that?” Grey asks, sipping his whiskey.
“Yeah, I’m ready.” I nod, keeping my eyes on my pretty woman.
Clay clamps his hand down on my shoulder, gaining my full attention. “Are you really? Are you one hundred percent sure? Because marriage isn’t a joke, Sy. It’s a lifelong commitment, a promise to always love her, choose her, and put her first. So, can you tell me with absolute certainty that she’s the one you want to spend the rest of your life with?”
I grind my teeth together, annoyed that he’s doubting me out of all people. He’s seen firsthand how crazy I am about Cecilia. “Yes.”
“How do you know?” he asks, pressing harder. I get it, he’s just being a good friend and looking out for Cecilia and me.
I take a deep breath in and let it out, clearing my mind of any other thoughts. But the truth is, I don’t need to think about why I want to marry Cecilia. I know it in my soul, it’s what I’m meant to do. I look into my best friend’s eyes, opening my soul to him and hoping he can see the truth in my words.
“Because she’s everything I didn’t know I needed. Because being away from her for too long physically hurts, hell, even a short period of time is painful. Because I find myself counting down the seconds until I get to hold her in my arms again.”
I turn my gaze back to the woman who means the world to me. In that moment, she turns my way and smiles. It’s small and intimate, yet so powerful. “Because a life without her isn’t one I want to live,” I finish with a whisper.
Clay is quiet beside me, but I can feel his eyes as they assess me. Whatever conclusion he comes up with, I don’t care. Nothing will stop me from marrying that girl. I smile, thinking about what the ring will look like on her dainty littlefinger.My ring.
“Good,” Clay finally says. “Then go get your girl.” He takes me into a bro hug, slapping my back twice before letting go.
“I guess this means we’re losing another drinking buddy to marriage.” Greyson chuckles as he comes in to do the same. “Congrats man, you deserve it.”
I laugh. “She has to say yes first.”
He pulls back and gives me a knowing smile. “She will, trust me. That girl looks at you like you can walk on water. There’s no way she’ll say no.”
“Thanks, guys.” I leave them there and walk over to my beautiful Minnie.
She watches as I make my way to her, her body swaying in a magnetic way. Like a siren luring me in, an enchantress putting a spell on me. And I let her. Just as I bring my hands to her hips, she swivels around, putting her back to my chest, digging that glorious backside into me, hips moving from side to side.
I lower my head, rubbing my nose from her shoulder to just below her ear. “Mmm, are you trying to kill me, Minnie?”
A sensual, breathy laugh escapes her. “If you die, I promise it will be worth it.”
Her hand comes up to my nape as I kiss the crook of her slender neck, whispering against her soft scented skin, “I have no doubt I’d die a happy man.”
“The happiest.” She moans when I graze my teeth over her sensitive flesh.
We’re lost to the world, in our own galaxy where only she and I exist. To hold, to touch, to kiss, and fuck. To devour each other repeatedly, consume one another. Make love over and over again in hopes of creating our own universe.
As the music is dimmed down, breaking the spell she has cast on me, someone shouts, “IT’S TIME!” And the countdown begins. Cecilia turns in my arms, hands resting on my chest.
“TEN!... NINE!... EIGHT!... SEVEN!... SIX!... FIVE!”
My hand goes to her waist, pressing her tighter into me, the other cupping her cheek. “I love you.”
“THREE!”
