Page 691 of Rock Me All Night
"You were less annoying when you were fucking your way through Los Angeles."
"Really?"
No. I can't help but shake my head. "You're always annoying."
"Means a lot coming from you."
"Thanks."
He leans against the door. His dark eyes pass over me. He's assessing something. I'm not sure what it is.
There's plenty to assess.
My chest is too light.
My stomach is too filled with butterflies.
The heavy fabric of this suit is the only thing keeping me grounded.
He nods to the champagne. "You don't want a glass."
It's more a statement than a question. I shake my head anyway.
His smile spreads ear to ear. "Tom Steele, nervous groom."
"Fuck off."
"It suits you."
I flip him off.
He just laughs. "Really, Tom. You look happy. It's good to see."
Fuck, I must look as nervous as I feel if he's not calling me Sticks.
"I am." We do have for fucking ever before the ceremony. It's not exactly helping with my nerves. I plop on the couch and press my palms against my thighs. I'm in my hotel room, in Hawaii, in a suit, waiting for my wedding ceremony. It's like a dream. "And you?"
"And me?"
"I know you've said a lot of shit about you and Jess being casual, but she's fucking crazy about you."
"Yeah. She is."
"What the fuck kinda answer is that?"
He shrugs.
"You're supposed to say 'yeah, she's great. I'm lucky to have her.'"
"I live to defy your expectations."
"You don't think she's great?"
"I do."
"So?"
"I really fucking like her." There's something missing from his voice. Hedoeslike her. Maybe he doesn't realize it, but it's obvious to everyone else. He's as crazy about her as she is about him.
