Page 48 of Curvy Love

I smile. “Fuck, that’s brilliant.”

“I know that since I started working on it, your company unrolled a new feature in your food delivery app that allows errands, but it’s still not quite like mine.”

“There’s nothing and no one quite like you, pretty girl.”

“You really didn’t have anything to do with it?”

“No. I knew myself enough to know that I was crazy about you and I wanted to give you the grant because of how I felt.” I press a kiss to her lips. “I didn’t want to risk losing you.”

“How do you feel about me?” she asks.

“I’m head over ass in love with you, Paisley McLeod.”

Her smile nearly blinds me, it’s so bright. “I’m in love with you too.”

“Are you still angry?”

She shakes her head.

“Does that count as our first fight?” I ask.

“I guess it does.”

I tear off my shirt. “Excellent, now we get to have make up sex.”

epilogue

Paisley

I stare up at my husband in wonder as he swirls me around the dance floor.

“Why do you look so surprised?” he asks with a chuckle.

“When did you learn to dance like this?”

He looks around us, then leans down to my ear. “This is a secret, my beautiful bride. But my grandmother actually taught ballroom dancing and she made me go to her lessons to be a willing partner for her students. I did it all through college. I know how to Tango and Foxtrot and do all of the fancy footwork.”

I smile at him. “You are full of surprises, aren’t you?”

“I have to make sure that I’ll always be of interest to you so I keep some things back to reveal a little at a time.” His face sobers. “You know I’m just kidding though, right, pretty girl? I don’t keep secrets from you?”

I run my hand over the short hair at the nape of his neck. “Stop worrying, babe, I’m in this for the long haul. I trust you.”

“I love you so much, Paisley.”

“I love you.” I glance around the room, the twinkle lights, the make-shift dance floor, the band playing on a built-up stage. Happiness bubbles up inside me threatening to overflow. “Today has been bloody perfect,” I say, in my goofy English accent.

“It’ll be bloody perfect when we can sneak away and snog.”

I toss my head back and laugh. Ezra has started matching my silly British accent and it usually diffuses my nerves enough to make me laugh. God, I love this man.

“Have I told you how gorgeous you look in that dress?” he asks.

I look down at my vintage-inspired white dress. I don’t think it was necessarily intended to be a wedding dress, but it fit me perfectly. Satin with a wide band that wraps the off the shoulder bodice. It cinches at my waist and there’s a tiny band there, like a faux belt with a rhinestone encrusted bow in the middle. It falls to just past my knees and it has crinoline underneath giving it great spin.

“It’s very pretty, isn’t it?” I say when I see him looking at the dress.

“You’re very pretty. The dress is nice, but it would look like a rag on anyone else.”

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