Page 134 of Play of Love
Chapter 6
Scott
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Ireached for her, but my hands came away with nothing. The realization made me sit up quickly and look about the room.
Damn.What time was it?
I looked over to the silver clock on the wall and saw it was nearly eleven.Shit. How had I slept for so long?
“Babydoll!” I called out for her, hoping she was in the bathroom, but I was met with silence. I was supposed to be ready for pre-wedding family photos in an hour. The wedding was at two, but there was a lot planned before that. Margo would be getting ready now.
I got up and walked through the suite looking for Abi. To my dismay, I saw that she’d left. I was hoping she would have stayed, but maybe she went to be with Margo. She was after all her maid of honor, so I had my fingers crossed that that was all it was. I knew it was D-day for us but hadn’t acknowledged it as such.
Although I should have been getting dressed, I sat back on my bed to take a few minutes to think. The last two days were supposed to have been just fun.
The old me would have considered it as such, and I might have been persuaded to think that if the woman wasn’t her, my Babydoll.
I would be some kind of idiot to think of all that had happened as just fun. It wasn’t. I didn’t know at what point it stopped being about fun, but that point had already come, and we’d already turned into something more. I didn’t want this to be some kind of fling or some kind of hookup with my ex during my sister’s wedding. It was more than that. It was crazy to have even had that thought.
The first night had been indeed wild and completely unreal, but it set the chain in motion for how I felt now. How I felt from last night.
Last night was something else. It felt like some sort of energy and force had filled me as if all that I felt for her was gathered into one mass of emotion and that I couldn’t get it all out. That was the best way that I could describe it, and all I knew was that I wanted to be with her.
I’d been thinking about it on the journey yesterday. There were three weeks before the summer camp. I was supposed to go rock climbing with the guys but I’d pass and spend those weeks in New York with Abi. The biggest chunk of my time for the rest of the year would be taken up by the camp, training and, of course, I’d be playing when the season kicked off.
During that time while she may not see me during the week I’d mapped out my weekend travel to New York. Depending on when I was playing I was sure I could fit time in to see her.
Whatever happened I would make sure things would be different this time if she gave me the chance. I knew I was going out on the limb, making an assumption that she wanted to be with me, but I also knew how I felt. I knew I couldn’t be without her. I didn’t even want to contemplate it and I hoped that she felt the same.
On that thought, I got up again and started getting ready.
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Abi
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I did a good job of disguising my puffy eyes with my Chanel concealer. I did that before arriving at the bridal room where I was getting ready with the rest of the bridal party.
The artist had done my makeup beautifully and, like the rest of the bridesmaids, I had my hair rolled into something Romanesque with loose tendrils caressing the edge of my cheeks and white lilies that matched my bouquet adorning the back. It was beautiful and complimented the peach-colored dress I wore. It made me feel like a princess.
The others looked amazing, too. There was Alana and Elizabeth, who were Margo’s older cousins, and Rachel, one of Margo’s work friends. Margo, however, was the very definition of beauty. The Vera Wang gown she wore was stunning, and she looked breathtaking.
It was hard not to cry, harder because I had spent the morning crying over Scott. At the thought of him, tears threatened to come again, but I held them back. I didn’t think the makeup artist would be too happy if she had to redo my makeup.
Margo came over to me and smiled the smile of a woman in love who was over-eager to get married to the man of her dreams.
“Hey, can we talk?” She asked and motioned for us to go outside.
“Sure.” I nodded, putting on a brave face. We walked out onto the patio and sat in the white wicker chairs that added to the ambiance of the scenery.
“Are you okay?” Margo asked, running her hands over her dark mane of hair.
“Yeah. I’m good. I’m so excited about today.” I probably sounded way too perky, like I was trying too hard. I’d have to tone it down a notch when I next spoke.
“It almost didn’t happen. Thank you for coming to get me, and for just being there.”
