Page 80 of From My Past
“Thank you,” she says, her eyes locked on mine.
“Go on, baby. Show me.” I take her hand and turn her. “Give me a twirl.”
And as she turns slowly, I see the black combat boots she paired with her pretty dress, the way the skirt faired as she moved, the long, dark curls bouncing along her back. She’s breathtaking.
“Gorgeous.” I say and pull her sharply towards me. “But then again, you’re always gorgeous.” I said softly, placing a kiss to her waiting lips.
“You’re not so bad yourself, Tavish.” Pulling me back into a kiss. When she released me, I rolled my eyes.
“Just trying to get on your level, baby.”
“This is perfect.” She said, pulling at my button down. “You look so yummy.”
“Yummy?” I said with a smirk.
“Yes, yummy.” She reached up on her tippy toes to kiss my neck lightly. My eyes rolled back.
Reluctantly, I pulled away from her lips before things could progress.
“Okay, okay.” I move her back, a step out of my arms. “As much as I want this to continue just the way it’s going, I want to marry you more.”
The look in her eyes told me I said exactly the right thing. Her hands went to my chest and instead of the sexual electricity at her touch, there was a comforting sweetness filled with love.
“Then let’s go.” She took my hand and pulled us towards the door.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Talia
We drove in Kieron’s beautiful black Mustang into the small beach town. Kieron gave me a small tour as we drove pointing out different places he likes or things he thought was important; small hole-in-the-wall restaurants, the library, the tiny store. Then he pulled up finally to the city hall, a two-story building that fit in perfectly with the quaint little beachside town.
“Here we are, baby. Next step is actually getting married.” He said as he put the car in park. There was such a look of anticipation on his face; his eyes bright and he was nervously running his fingers through his hair and over his short beard. He kept looking at me out of the corner of his eye, almost surprised that I was still there.
“Yay.” I said with a smile, grabbing his hand and threading our fingers together to show him that I was indeed there; ready and wanting to be his partner.
We make our way into the building, hand-in-hand, and Kieron leaves me for a moment to go fill out the marriage license.
“Need any help?” I come up to the little desk where he is hard at work trying to fill out the different pages, his eyebrows are pulled together in such a cute way. I just want to smooth the crease that formed, but instead, I slide my arm around his and rest my chin against his shoulder.
“Nope. I don’t think so.” He says quickly, absently kissing my forehead and turning back to the paperwork. “I’m almost done.”
“Then?”
“Then I turn it in to that lady over there,” He points to the secretary with the end of his pen, “and we go in front of the judge. Say a few small words and that’s it. You’re all mine. Forever.”
“Hmmm.” I drag the sound out in joy. “That sounds very nice.”
“Done.” Kieron signs one of the papers with a flourish and picks up the others. Together we walk over and turn in the paperwork before finding a seat and waiting for our names to be called.
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“Do you take Kieron Aleksander Tavish to be your husband?” The bored looking judge asks me from behind the podium in the dark, all-wooden, courtroom. It was depressing in here, but even that couldn’t bring down our moods.
“I do.” I say with a huge smile that wouldn’t leave my face, squeezing Kieron’s hands in mine.
“And do you take,” The Judge looked at the paperwork and squinted at it, “Talia Rose Jones, to be your wife?”
“Fuck yes I do.” Kieron says and the Judge looks at him in admonishment.
