Page 83 of Ski You Later
Suddenly, the ground rushes away, and I have to close my eyes to keep from throwing up all over him. “Ugh, no, no,” I moan as I put my face into his chest and try to stop the room spinning.
“Oh, I’m so sorry. We’ll be in bed soon,” Roman says softly as he places a kiss on my spinning forehead.
The sound of the party quiets significantly as I feel Roman walk away, and then a soft surface is underneath me before I know it. I can’t help the groan that leaves me as my spinning head meets a fluffy pillow.
Another chuckle from my love makes me open my eyes, and my eyebrows turn down towards him. “How dare you laugh at my pain,” I mumble
His smiles come easier than ever lately, and he kneels beside the bed. “You did this one to yourself. You actually volunteered to drink the king cup. Who does that?”
“I had to protect Aurora from it. You wouldn’t get it; girl friendships go beyond your comprehension.” I burrow deeper into the pillow as a smug smile takes over my face.
“You brat,” I hear him mumble.
I feel his presence leave from beside me and I shoot up without thinking. Reaching for his hand, I fall short only once the dizziness returns with a vengeance. Two strong hands quickly land on my shoulders to steady me and help me lean back onto the bed.
“Don’t leave me,” I whine as I grab onto him. “A better girlfriend would tell you to go downstairs and have fun, but I’m not that girl. If you leave. I will cry.” I spew this out immediately, hoping he understands my jumbled words.
His hands gently brush my upper cheeks, moving to cup my face in his palms. “I’m not goinganywhere. You had your chance to get rid of me, but you blew it, Langley.”
My face scrunches in a smile as he kisses the tip of my nose. “Now, let’s move on to the logistics. How do you remove this stuff from your face?”
The laugh that rips from my throat is loud and obnoxious, but it’s the perfect sound to describe how happy this man makes me.
CHAPTER 32
Yellow’s her most appropriate colour. She’s my personal sunshine after all.
This was, without a doubt, the longest week of my life.
The sheer number of messages I received regarding the wedding would have stressed me out on their own. But the combination of them all with my training and homework resulted in a few grey hairs popping up. If it weren’t for Roman, I probably would’ve booked a trip to Mexico by now and just blown the entire thing off.
Luckily, he has been there every step of the way, from helping me with my meal prep when I had to find a twenty-four-hour seamstress. To massaging my aching muscles after training when I had to sit on the phone with seven family members. Apparently, the dresses for the flower girl got destroyed, and they needed all hands-on deck to solve the problem.
Overall, it has been an absolute mess and Roman’s been there, standing in the eye of the storm with me, through the entire thing.
Flattening the satin fabric against my skin, I cringe at how the stupid dress is already wrinkling. Julian was very adamant on spring colours being the theme, even though the wedding is in the middle of April.
Twirling around to look at every place the light-yellow dress hugs my curves, I can’t help but admire how my entire back is on display. As I make sure I’m alone, I flex my back into the mirror, and can’t help but smile at the muscles I see.
My hair is all pinned up in a bun with a few strategic pieces escaping the messy updo. Since my bangs have grown to almost a curtain length, I part them down the middle to frame my face nicely. All it takes is a few more makeup touches, and I’m completely ready for the event.
My hands are sweaty as I open and close them, so I wipe them on the bed to avoid ruining my dress. The satin’s going to be a real issue if I can’t get it wet, because the stress sweat is coming in hot.
Jasmine’s been quiet lately, always finding a way to ignore the family calls, and laying low at training.Aunty said she wasn’t feeling well this week, which just meant I got stuck doing all her tasks. My new dream is for her to be sick as a dog, and I’m able to attend this event in peace.
“Langley?” A voice calls from the hallway, the familiar timber of it already putting me at ease.
“In here,” I call back, doing one more once-over to ensure everything is in place.
“Sorry, I knocked a couple times, so I just assumed –.” I turn around at the abrupt stop in his sentence, but every thought flies out the window as I stare at Roman.
His frame fills the tux as if it were made for him, with the tie being a perfect match to my sunshine yellow dress. His hair is gelled back with only a slight wave present now, his shoes shine against the indoor lights, his face is clean-shaven and every freckle he has is proudly on display. As I flounder for words to express his beauty, it dawns on me that he’s having the same problem.
He looks at me in complete awe, his eyes alight as his gaze travels up my form. I almost want to shy away from the sheer intensity of it, but that’s the last thing he would want me to do. “Do you like it?” I ask teasingly.
“Rhodes, you’re absolutely stunning,” he says with emotion filling his voice.
“It’s a beautiful dress,” I say in agreement.
