Page 138 of Chasing Olivia (Trace + Olivia 2)

He looked over at Gramps and back at me. “Fine, but only because I’m really sleepy.”

He climbed behind me on the small couch and spooned my body against his.

“I missed you last night,” he whispered, pressing a light kiss to the back of my neck.

“You didn’t have fun worrying the crap out of Gramps?” I giggled.

“What did he tell you?” Trace groaned. “Whatever it was, he exaggerated it. I swear.”

“Just that you were fussing over him.”

“Of course I was. Silly old man. He acts like no one should be worried about him,” he breathed deeply.

“You know how you Wentworth men are,” I wiggled against him, trying to get comfortable, “stubborn and unwilling to take help from anyone.”

“You have us all figured out, don’t you?” He chuckled softly.

“In all this time I better know a few things.”

Trace cleared his throat and I knew it was a classic stall tactic of his.

“What is it?” I prompted.

“I’ve been thinking,” he brushed my hair away from my face with a sweep of his fingers, “about our vows for the wedding.”

“And?”

“I think we should write our own.”

It took every ounce of energy I had left in me not to yell. “Trace,” I groaned, “you know I’m not good at that kind of thing.”

“We already did the traditional vows at the courthouse. I think this would be more special. Think about what it would mean to Gramps,” he pleaded.

“We’re getting married in two—tomorrow,” I corrected myself, realizing that it was now morning time. “How do you expect me to come up with my own vows by then?”

“You’re an English major, Olivia. This should be easy for you. Or…you could do what I plan to do, which is speak from the heart.”

Ugh, when he said sweet things like that it was really hard for me to argue with him.

“Fine,” I found myself agreeing.

“You could sound more excited about it,” he chuckled, brushing his lips over the curve of my ear and sending a shiver down my spine.

“Woohoo,” I feigned enthusiasm. “I’ll be fine as long as I remember to speak when it’s my turn, not yours.”

He laughed openly at that. “That was the most adorable thing ever.”

“I’m glad you think my mistakes are adorable,” I grumbled, still embarrassed about my outburst in the courthouse.

“I think everything about you is adorable.”

“That’s what every twenty-two year old woman wants to be told, Trace,” I said sarcastically.

“My bad. How about beautiful?” His voice grew husky.

“That’s better,” a small laugh escaped me.

“Sexy?” He questioned, leaning up to look down at me. He swiped a thumb over my bottom lip, his eyes warm and full of love.

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