Page 690 of Rock Me All Night
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Willow sticks to tradition. I wake up to an empty hotel room. There's a note from her on the table. For a second, my heart rises up to my throat. My head fills with every way this could go horribly.
But all the paper says is:
I love you - Willow
Fuck, she's sweet.
I'm still not sure how I got so fucking lucky.
I'm not an introspective guy, but being on the road for hours at a time makes everybody turn inward. This is the time to get lost turning over my thoughts. I settle on the balcony with a room service breakfast and coffee and I let my mind wander.
It's another beautiful, blue day. Hawaii is mostly beautiful, blue days. The air is this mix of sticky sweet and cool ocean breeze. And the beach—fuck the aqua water is clear and it's gorgeous and it goes forever.
This place really is paradise.
But then, any place I'm marrying Willow would be paradise.
* * *
Ispendthe entire morning thinking about Willow. I replay every fucking minute I've had with her, from stepping out of the shower to see her in my hotel room to falling asleep with her in my arms last night.
It's only been a few months.
I know most people think we're crazy for moving so fast.
But I don't see any reason to wait. I've always gone after what I wanted headfirst. And Willow is fucking everything I want.
My cell buzzes with a text from my brother. He's heading over in a few.
Which means it's time to get ready.
I step into the cool hotel room. Fuck, air conditioning really is a thing of beauty. It only takes a few minutes for me to forget about the humidity outside.
I shower, towel dry, slip into my suit. I'm pulling on socks when there's a knock on my door.
"You beautiful yet?" That's Pete.
I open the door for him. "I can never match you."
He chuckles as he holds up a bottle of champagne. "Dunno. You look pretty sharp in that grey suit."
I cock a brow.
"No joke. You look good." He steps inside and sets the champagne on the TV stand. And he wraps me in a bear hug. His plastic wrapped suit smacks against my back. He's still wearing jeans and a t-shirt. "I'm fucking happy for you."
"Thanks." It's fucking weird, all this sincerity. Even if that's his M.O. I pull back with a smile. "She's…"
"She's the best thing that ever happened to you." He hangs his suit on the knob on the back of the door. "We have forever. You don't have to be in that thing."
"I feel better in it."
His smile lights up his dark eyes. "You're nervous."
"I'm getting married. I'm supposed to be nervous."
"Yeah, but…" He chuckles. "You're never nervous."
