Page 61 of The Reality of Wanting Him

Liam:

Well, technically we both proposed, but he beat me to it. Surrounded by chickens. It was kind of perfect.

Jace:

That’s sort of adorable.

Liam:

It was, I can’t wait to catch you up more in person.

Jace:

I can’t believe we get to be hot grooms together!

Liam:

Do I need to do anything special to qualify as a “hot groom”?

Jace:

I’m bringing Kieran to give you all of his opinions, he’s the only one in this relationship who should be giving fashion advice. I’m sure he’ll love hyping up whatever chaotic options Blake picks out too.

Liam:

As you should. I love how unserious he can be. Blake can wear whatever he wants. It’s his day too.

Jace:

See, this is why you two work.

Liam:

Damn right. See you soon.

Blake is vibrating with excitement before we even step into the store. “This is going to be so fun,” he declares, practically bouncing on his heels as he loops his arm through mine.

I can’t help but lean in and press my lips against his forehead.

We step into the boutique the show booked for us, a swanky, upscale place that looks way too nice for me to be setting foot in, and an associate greets us with a perfectly polished smile. “Grooms! Welcome. I’m Sam and I’ll be helping you today. Can I get you any champagne, water, coffee?”

Knowing what Blake wants before he even opens his mouth, I say, “We’ll take a coffee and a water, thank you. We should also have a few more joining us.” I don’t think much of ordering for him, but he’s got a satisfied smirk aimed my way, so I don’t think he minds.

“Great! I’ll be right back. Take a seat and get comfortable while we wait or feel free to start looking around.”

Blake wastes no time dragging me toward a rack of tuxedos, eyes already zeroing in on a deep emerald velvet jacket. “Okay, but look at this one.” He yanks it off the rack and presses it against his chest.

I huff out a laugh. I knew he was excited to go shopping in an expensive place, but I can tell he’s feeling extra ridiculous today.

“You’d look hot, but it also kinda screams ‘rich asshole at a Christmas party.’”

Blake smirks at me. “Iamthe rich asshole at a Christmas party! Wait until we have to go to some of my parents’ events. It’ll turn you into a rich asshole too. Those people are insufferable.”

I laugh again, shaking my head just as the door swings open.

Jace and Kieran stroll in, hand in hand, and I smile at them as they make their way over. Before they even get to us, Chad and Ash follow. It feels great to still have people here supporting us. Kieran immediately claps his hands in front of his chest once when he’s in front of us. “Show me the options!”

Blake shows off the emerald velvet jacket. “This color probably isn’t right, but I’m loving the idea of doing something more fun than a black tux.”

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