Page 61 of The Proposal Pact
“You got arrested? Without me?” Grace shrieks.
“Yeah, not something to be upset over, wild one—” Luke stars but gets interrupted by a set of yet another two voices.
“Jacob! You slow poke! I told you we’d miss all the fun,” Alec chastises his best friend. “Hey, guys, we brought cupcakes! What’s the news? Did they really get married?”
“Yes!” Clover and I both shout at the same time, and briefly our eyes connect, a small smile grazing both our lips.
A chorus of unintelligible shouts starts anew with each one of them demanding to know more about us, or to see us, or, in Alec and Jacob’s case, to give us marital advice.
“So, out of mere curiosity, why did you decide to move to this mad town?” Clover asks me as we’re still leaning against the door listening to the shouting.
“Shouldn’t you ask me that later, when they can’t hear that we know nothing about each other?” I whisper.
“Good idea. Cover your ears,” he says.
I do as I’m told right before he brings two fingers to his lips and sends a shrill whistle through the whole space, effectively shutting everyone on the other side of the door off.
“Hey, assholes, plus Grace and Julie, how about you all go away and let us have our wedding night in peace?”
“Callum, it’s barely noon,” Luke deadpans.
“What can we say? We’d like to get a head start. Now, can you all move it?”
“Ew, Cal, that’s not something I wanted to know. Let’s go, Griff,” his sister says, and we hear footsteps.
Great, two gone, four more to go.
“I’m not leaving until I see her face,” Grace says—to Luke, I assume. “What if he drugged her and did all this against her will.”
“Wow, and here I thought only my wife had such vivid imagination.” Clover rolls his eyes as I giggle.
“I assure you, I’m of sober and sane mind, and I promise to call you tomorrow,” I call out to my friend.
“That’s to be determined,” she says back.
Finally, after another ten minutes of coaxing, everyone leaves.
“You know, I’m totally ready to start our wedding night at noon,” I say, still leaning against the door, my eyes closed, feeling exhausted as if I ran a marathon.
“Sophie, you know I only said that so they’d leave us alone. Um, there won’t be any…you know…”
My eyes pop open at the flustered sound of Clover’s voice.
“Sex?” I help him finish the thought, a mischievous smile forming on my lips.
“Yes, sex.” His jaw ticks.
“Aw, man.” I snap my fingers. “Really?” I pout, and make it so believable, he pales.
Keep a straight face, Sophie. Keep a straight face.
“Fuck,” he curses on an exhale. “Sophie, you’re a very attractive woman. More than attractive.” He clears his throat, pulling the collar of his shirt away from his blushing neck. “But I think that will ruin the lines we have here, you know.”
“But I want orgasms,” I fake-whine and watch that blush spread to his pale cheeks. “Ah, I guess my toy will do.”
“Toy? You mean like a vibrator?”
I burst out laughing, doubling over from the frantic look on his face. “Relax, Clover. I’m just joking—not about the toy—I only meant wedding night as in rest time without our friends interrogating us.”
