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My phone chimed, and I scrambled to put it on silent. Val was still hovering out there, humming to herself while she washed her hands.
Wes:Not exactly
Me:You didn’t think to clue me in? I almost died out there.
Maybe that was a bit dramatic, but warranted.
Wes:I’m sorry. They went apeshit when I told them, I felt too bad bringing them down. I can tell them now if you want?
“Great,” I mumbled under my breath.
“You okay in there?” Val asked. She must have been waiting for me.
“Yes, almost done. You don’t have to wait for me, I’m okay.”
“It’s no bother. I’m going to fix my lipstick so I can get the waiter to take a group photo for us.”
“Wonderful,” I said, sounding overly sweet.
Me:No, it’s fine. Now’s clearly not the time… just next time I need you to communicate please. You have a real phone now, even a quick text would do.
Wes:Understood… sorry again
Wes:My father is out here singing your praises by the way… he’s not wrong
I snorted but covered my mouth in time.
Me:Flattery isn’t going to help, big guy.But nice try :)
Wes:I guess I’ll have to figure out a way to make it up to you later
Was I reading into that too much or was that innuendo?
“Do you want to use my lipstick? This pink would look great against your skin tone,” Val said. Luckily she interrupted my train of thought since I was two seconds away from asking Wes how he planned to make it up to me.
Shoving my phone away, I walked out of the stall to see Val layering on the brightest shade of pink lipstick I’d ever seen. “Wow, that color is… vibrant.”
“Isn’t it? Here.” She passed it to me. “For the picture.”
I couldn’t say no to this woman. She had some sort of kindness superpower that made it impossible to refuse her. I painted on the hideous lipstick while she chatted about the church. Maybe it was a good idea to make myself look worse… if anything, it would keep Wes from calling me beautiful again. We didn’t need complications like that.
Chapter 20
Wes
Olivia came out ofthe bathroom wearing flamingo pink lipstick and all I could think about was how that color would look smeared around my cock. I’d been on edge since I woke up that morning, a mix of normal wedding jitters and fear that she wouldn’t show. I mean, fuck, the last time I got married I was a dumb kid who’d knocked up a pretty girl and was trying to do the right thing.
Today was different.
Olivia was different.
I saw her walking through the lobby and literally lost my breath. She’d curled her dark hair into loose waves that touched her bare shoulders. Her dress was simple—white cotton, fitted at the bust before flowing loosely around her hips. Each step she took in my direction seemed fluid. I zeroed in on her face,glowing with a hint of makeup, light enough that her freckles still peeked through.
My breathing quickened and I swore I could feel a bead of sweat forming on my brow. She was too good for me. I knew it, but fuck, I wanted her. Selfish or not, I couldn’t take my eyes off of her… and she was almost mine.
I barely heard the ceremony. Just went through the motions, afraid that any sudden movements would trigger Olivia and she’d bail. That was until the judge said those last words—kiss your bride.
Her eyes met mine and the air around us buzzed. I didn’t think. Hell, maybe I should have. No, I acted on instinct.
