Page 54 of Holiday Friend Zones
“Don’t forget the bottle!”
Chapter Five
DAVIS
My mouth is about as dry as those fields that Steinbeck described inThe Grapes of Wrath.It’s like swallowing my own personal Dust Bowl.
That’s it.From now on, no more from Lindee’s personal ’shine stash.
I need some water…
More than that, I bet Kyra does too.She had just as much as I did.Plus, we need to talk about what all that moonshine led to.It was incredibly hot, and fuck, I think I might be even more in love with her than I was before.But that’s why we need to talk.
Preferably before we tie the knot.
Rolling over, I reach for her, my body already craving the feel of her softness against me.Something about the way she fit in my arms, not to mention on my dick, was so perfectly perfect.That is exactly how I want to wake up every morning for the rest of my life.
Only, she’s not there.
My hand is greeted by cold sheets, jump-starting my pulse.In an instant, I bolt upright, my eyes flying open.The other half of the king-size bed was slept in, but is as empty as Christ’s tomb on the third day.
Fuck!
I hop out of bed, panic setting in.Was last night that bad?
I didn’t think so.I thought we had fun.Kyra certainly seemed to enjoy herself.The multiple orgasms she had…errrr, well, Ithinkshe had.I guess she could have faked those.
No.No…she did not fake those.What we shared last night was real.Very, very real.
Now to figure out why she bolted.
I spin around, reminding myself to take a deep breath.Hyperventilating never solved anything.Neither did morning breath.I need to brush my teeth.
Padding into the bathroom, I flip on the light and see it immediately.A small, folded note with my name scribbled across it in Kyra’s handwriting taped to the mirror.My heart stops as I pull it down, holding on to the air in my lungs as I read it.
D-
It’s bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the wedding ;)
See you at the courthouse.Love you.
K
I exhale every last ounce of air in my lungs, to the point that it hurts.I read it again and again, each time falling all over again, not knowing what I love more—the little heart next to her K, or the wordslove you.Words we’ve said to each other in passing, but never written out before.
Not until today.
Our wedding day.
Best not leave the bride waiting.
* * *
So much fornot leaving the bride waiting.
I look at the time on my phone—again—as I pace in the lobby of the courthouse.Kyra was supposed to be here fifteen minutes ago.It’s not like her to be late.It’s also not like her to not answer her phone.Or her texts.Both of which she seems to be ignoring.
Or something has happened.
