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I want to think this is some joke, but I don’t think it is. Everything so far looks legit and there’s a feeling in my gut that tells me I shouldn’t even bother to refute what I see.
When I look back at Bree her skin is so pale I expect her to faint on me, or die.
She starts shaking and I release her hand.
“Ethan, what did we do? What the hell did we do?” her words come out a whisper and she no longer seems mad at me.
I’m sure she would have known I couldn’t have forced her to marry me.
Or did i?
I don’t know what the fuck is what anymore because one of us had marriage on their mind last night. And that was me, and it wasn’t to get married. It was avoiding it.
Now look at me.
I got married.
Chapter16
Ethan
Jesus. I run a hand through my hair and try to steady my breath.
Bree sits on the edge of the bed, no longer too worried about her nakedness because she’s hardly holding the pillow at her breasts. What she’s looking at is her rings.
“I can’t believe this. I just can’t.” Shallow breaths fall from her lips and it looks like she’s on the verge of a panic attack.
Pushing my worries aside I crouch down and take her hands. At least she allows me to do that.
“Let’s just calm down and figure out what to do.”
“Ethan, I just want to go home, but I don’t even know where my bag is with my passport and my purse and money.”
“I will take care of this, just trust me.”
“Trust you?” her brows knit together. “You’ll probably just leave me here and think this is one big joke like everything else.”
“Bree, have I ever put you in danger?” Better to ask her like that because I know I’ve hurt her.
“No.”
“Next question and please think about this, haven’t I stopped anyone in their tracks from hurting you, and, or putting you in danger?”
Her face softens and she nods. At least one good thing came from Bryce running his mouth at the barbeque.
“You have.”
“Exactly. Baby I never let nobody hurt you. In the twenty years I’ve known you that’s the one constant and I’m not going to stop now. So, despite all the shit I pulled in the past, you know you can trust me. Yes?”
“Yes.” She sniffles like she’s going to cry but holds back.
“We need clothes, then we need to know where we are. Can we please agree on that?”
“Okay.” She nods.
“Okay, come on.” As soon as I say that another memory hits me.
It’s of her and how she looked at me after I first kissed her. That spark was there, and it never left. I remember kissing her again after that, but we were outside by the volcano of lights. In this memory she’s wearing a wedding dress and I’m in a tux.
