Page 48 of Out of Bounds
I rush over to get them, not missing that she stole a glance at my naked ass too.
She looked and I looked, but we’ll cross that bridge when we get to the other side of the one we’re on.
I hide myself while I pull on my boxers and toss her, her clothes.
“Thank you.”
I catch sight of her tight little nipples when she pulls the dress over her head and she sees me looking. She frowns at me, but I don’t care. That might be the last I see of her like this. In fact I’m sure it will be. Thinking otherwise would mean I’d be planning to get her in bed again, or back inside her and I know that’s not going to happen.
You have bigger fish to fry Ethan. Stop thinking about sex with Bree and think about fixing this mess.
“I think we must have come here before we got married.” I can’t believe I’m saying that.
“What if we didn’t get married? Maybe we um just bought all the stuff and dressed up.” She nods and I consider this possibility.
That’s highly possible. I stand and drag on my pants. Maybe we did do that.
It would certainly help if I could remember more than the sex and kissing.
I walk over to the kitchenette and stop in my tracks when I see a large wooden framed picture of Bree and I dressed in our wedding clothes.
Next to it is a silver wedding photo album and marriage certificate, which is also framed.
My phone and her phone are on the table too but I’m stuck on the picture of us.
“Bree, we really did get married,” I tell her.
She joins me and she goes ramrod straight when she looks at the picture of the two of us and the certificate.
Her gaze settles on the picture I think I know exactly what’s drawing her to the image of us.
It’s the way we look.
I look from my face to hers and we’re wearing the same expression of love.
No one could tell me that the people we’re looking at aren’t head over heels in love with each other.
I didn’t even know I could look like that. I’m smiling and I don’t even look drunk. I look normal and so does she.
The smile on her face speaks of her inner happiness.
Bree has her head rested on my chest and my arm is wrapped around her bare shoulders. I’m holding her like she’s mine.
“I wonder what made us decide to do that,” she states.
“I don’t know.”
My phone flashes with a text. I would ignore it but it’s my grandfather.
I reach for the phone and look at the preview which tells me the craziness has only just began.
The text says:
Just got your message, I’m so proud of you.
Congratulations to you both. Let’s meet when you get back home to talk business. Of course, Diane and I would love to meet your wife.
My heart is racing.No, it’s more like galloping. My God, I actually messaged my grandfather to tell him I got married.
