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Operation Surprise Ray is underway. Fuck, I hope she likes surprises. As I head to my room, I can’t stop thinking about her. I want to crawl into bed at the side of her. I want to smell her, that citrusy tang with that woodsy undertone and when she’s been at work, the smell of bikes on her makes my dick throb. Or maybe it’s just her, just the thought of her has my jeans tight and uncomfortable. Why the fuck I am abstaining till after marriage is beyond me.

I have no fucking idea. I just want it to be pure and special, but in the same breath, when I kiss her, and she slides her tongue over mine, and I feel her piercing, it makes my dick twitch, and all I can think of is her slowly sliding it up and over my dick while licking around my head.

I can't wait to tell her to get on her knees and take my dick like a good girl. Still, I also want her to tell me to hold the headboard like a good boy while she rubs me through the bed, preferably on my face. I have so many, many dirty thoughts running through my head that the only way I’m not gonna do everything I want to her now is if I’m “away,” but at the same time, I don't know if I can actually leave her. I mean, I feel like I can't breathe when she's not around. I barely know her, but I feel like she's my whole world at the same time.

This is all-consuming, and I’m not sure it's healthy. Still, if she wants to burn the world down, I will hand her the torch, step back and film it for her. Still, I also can't wait to bury my dick in her, no matter how intense my thoughts get or how skewed things become. It all boils down to that. It all comes back to her, the feeling of her body wrapped around mine. She's all I can think about, all I can feel.

I want so badly to be buried inside her to the point that I don't know where she begins and I end. I want to see if she fits like a glove. I want to be her everything. I want to be her be-all and end-all, and mostly, I don't want to breathe without her. I wonder if I’ll finally give in and take what's mine, or if I’ll let her consume me, which is more than likely what will happen. I’ve never bowed down to anyone, but for her, I will worship at her feet and give myself to her willingly for her to do as she pleases with me, and when that happens, will it feel like home? Or will she destroy me? Only time will tell, but either way, I’m so fucking far gone; it doesn't matter at this point.

Ray

After talking to my pas last night, it turns out they can’t make the wedding, but they’re gonna fly out a few weeks later to see us. I can’t even believe how gutted I am, but apparently, Pa Bernie is gonna make sure it’s live-streamed for my pas, but disappointment doesn’t even begin to cover it.

My palms are sweaty walking into the diner; I've no idea why. Maybe it’s because my pas aren’t coming, maybe I’m having second thoughts, maybe I can’t do this without them, maybe I think Demi’s gonna be the same. I mean, they said they’re happy for me, just can’t make it blah, blah, fucking blah or whatever! After last night and talking about it with Scar, it now seems so fucking real.

Steel grabs my hand. “Don't back out on me now, Sunshine!” I grimace, and he stops dead in his tracks. “What is it? Why do you grimace when I call you Sunshine?”

I sigh. “Do we need to do this now?”

“Yup!”

“Great… It’s my name, okay?”

“What?”

“Sunshine! It’s my birth name. I’m literally Sunshine Reins. Fucking facepalm emoji!”

“Firstly, facepalm emoji? You’re gonna need to explain that one, and secondly, Sunshine? …Wow, that's cute. I like it!”

“Now, will you not say anything and keep this to yourself? I’m suddenly not gonna be as scary with a name like fucking Sunshine!”

“I won’t tell anyone, but I’m still gonna call you it. I like it! My little Ray of Sunshine!”

“That’s where Ray came from. My dad… he didn't wanna call me Sunshine after mum died, so Ray kinda stuck.”

“I'm not gonna stop calling you it unless you really want me to.” He gazes at me with those liquid metal swirling grey orbs that melt my soul and those fucking dimples that I’m sure will make me murder anyone he asks me to. Every time I look at him, I just keep thinking, damn, I’m fucked, and I truly am!

“Okay, enough stalling. Let’s do this!” I laugh as he drags me into the diner. Demi throws her arms around us and hugs us before heading off to order our food. When she brings it back, she sits and has a coffee with us. We then proceed to tell her the news, which ends up with her coffee all over the table when she jumps up screaming. Fuck’s sake, everyone is far too excited by this wedding.

Heading into work, I know we have a busy week ahead, so fuck knows when I’m gonna sort out a wedding in four weeks. Well, shit. As I walk into the garage, Beauty’s there.

“Hey, girl!”

“Hey, Mrs! What you doing here?” I almost sing at her as I cross the garage to hug her. Who would have thought it? I’ve become one of those people that hugs everyone I know. Fucking weird, right?

“I’m your fairy godmother.”

“Who the fuck? What now?”

“I’m a party planner, so Steel’s asked me to help out!”

“Well, fuck me. Thank Hades himself for you. I love you. You’re my new favourite person!” I sigh out a massive breath. I have no idea what I’ve got myself into.

“All I need is a colour theme from you. I can sort as much or as little as you like.”

“I don’t know what to say.”

“Come on, let's hash some ideas out in the bar.” She grabs my arm and starts to drag me out.

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