Page 76 of Girls Will Be Girls
That feels like my kind of love.
I wonder if Lou would want that.
Hypothetically.
In my elopement fantasies, the guy has never had a face before. It’s just been a lump of man with no attributes. Obviously, he’s gorgeous, but there’s never been any specifics.
Now he’s still a lump, but he has a big, beautiful smile that lights me up inside.
“Is that fast?” Lou asks.
“I mean, dating for six months and then engaged. That’s pretty fast.” I say.
“Mm.” He shrugs. “I mean we’re not here to fuck spiders.”
I blurt out a surprised laugh. “Excuse me?”
Lou chuckles. “It just means we’re not here to mess around.” He says like that’s explanation enough. “I had an Australian roommate in college.” He adds. “Their phrasing is better.”
I laugh again. “That is truly one terrifying country.”
He laughs too.
“Okay.” I clear my throat. “So, we met six months ago, got engaged, what, last month?”
“Sure.” He nods.
“And what else?” I ask.
“Whatwhat else?”
“Come on,” I complain. “Don’t we need a little more to make this believable?”
“It’s fine.” He chuckles.
“But we don’t know each other well enough.”
“Sure we do.” He says.
I scrunch my face at him. “Your confidence in us, orme, is terribly misplaced.”
“Nah.” He grins, and I roll my eyes.
I swipe mascara on my eyelashes before packing my makeup away.
“I’m gonna check my hair real quick and then we’ll go?”
“Great.” He says as I get up to spray my heatless curls with product to keep them in place.
When we get to his car, I check myself in the window’s reflection — just in case.
“You okay?” Lou asks.
“Yeah.” I nod. “Just a little nervous.”
He loops his fingers into the front of my dress, tugging me lightly against him.
“Why are you nervous?”
