Page 27 of Attached At Heart
I groaned, which should have embarrassed me, but instead, I instinctively wound my arms around his neck, pulling us closer,needingus to be closer. Blake broke the kiss, but only for a moment, only to brush his lips over mine in such a tender caress, one that completely contrasted with the way he swore gruffly under his breath and the way he dove back in for a deep, unrestrained kiss a second later, dipping me back with a dramatic flair.
When he tipped me up again and broke the kiss, we were both breathless. The kiss hadn’t been long, but it had been inexplicable and unexpected, and Blake’s rough breaths against my lips caused an unbidden desire to pool in my gut until he moved away. Disappointment bloomed inside me, and I frowned with confusion that got swept away as Blake’s mouth trailed to my ear.
“Figured we’d need the practice if we have to be convincing newlyweds for a year,” he said, his husky voice making my skin pebble with the awareness of him. It sent a jolt of heat through my body that I desperately wanted more of. But Blake pulled away, and then I felt adrift.
“I think we’re gonna nail it,” I somehow managed to whisper in response.
He leaned back, and there was something I didn’t expect to see in his face—a wretched sort of despair that he quickly blinked away, masking it with a light smile, the twinkle in his eye returning. He took a deliberate step backward while simultaneously grabbing my hand, keeping me at arm’s length.
“I think you’re right.”
There was something off about him, but when he said those words, I couldn’t detect anything that wasn’t just…Blake.
My best friend.
My husband.
His grin grew as it was announced that, on this random Tuesday afternoon in the last week of April, we were now Mr. and Mrs. London.
CHAPTER SEVEN
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MOM: We’re SO excited for you, honey!!
MOM: I forgot to ask on the phone this morning. Did she like the ring???
DAD: It’s about damn time, son. Happy for you.
She loved it, mom.
At least, I hoped she did. But my mom didn’t need to know just how much of yesterday felt a little unclear.
And thanks, dad. Appreciate it.
I sighed, ignoring the bad taste in my mouth from telling my parents half-truths. We didn’t always get a chance to talk regularly; they were just as busy as me, my mom running a pet rescue organization in the Twin Cities that kept her going all day long to save as many animals as possible and my dad working asa security guard with long shifts. But still, I’d never purposefully kept things from them. I was their oldest of five, and our relationship had always been really transparent.
But this was just how things had to be. At least for now.
I switched over to a different thread, the one with all my siblings.
Hey guys, I wanted to let you know some news.
NOAH: Oh, I think I know what this is.
NAT: Do I know what this is?
Neither of you know what this is.
Well, Noah kinda knows.
NOAH: Fuck yeah, I do.
NAT: Why does Noah know and I don’t?
SULLY: Oh, thank fucking God you texted us. Otherwise I was about to spill it myself.
Wtf? You don’t even know what I’m going to say.
