Page 59 of Imperfection is Beauty

Me –Dude. She was a hooker. What the fuck did you expect?

Culpepper –For the fucking condom to do its job.

Me –You didn’t fucking double-wrap that bitch. The fuck is wrong with you?

Shortcake –Well… ummmm…. If it’s you doing the unbuttoning, then I’m okay with it.

I snorted.

Me –Hey Betty.

Shortcake –Dang it. How did you know?

Me –Cause I told her she was sexy the other day and she changed the subject immediately.

Shortcake –Okay, she just ran to the bathroom, deleting our messages.

I shook my head and then pocketed my phone.

The moment they started to music, I was turned in my chair watching those double doors, impatiently waiting for them to open.

And… holy fucking shit. If she was already mine and we had the conversation, the one where the words were all but forcing themselves out of my brain and into my mouth, I wouldn’t have let her out of the house in that dress.

I had a feeling Betty, and I would be having a talk later if she was the one to put my Shortcake in that dress.

Yes, it looked great on her, the deep sage green fabric did wonders with her coloring and made her deep auburn hair that was down and in loose curls pop.

But… the way the fabric clung to her. Showing off every single perfect fucking curve, mainly, where her stomach tapered out to her hips. Small enough to turn a gay man straight, wide enough just so, so that my hands could rest comfortably there.

And seeing the smile on my Shortcakes face, the stutter step she did, yeah, it was fucking worth hurrying through my shower and putting on wet fucking boxer briefs.

So fucking worth it.

When she made it to her spot, she looked at me and mouthed, “What are you doing here?”

And without reservation, I mouthed back, “You’re here.”

I watched, breathtakingly slow as her face turned a beautiful shade of red.

Then she shook her head, stood up straight, and looked at the doors.

But not before letting her eyes stray to come back to mine.

And yes, I was still looking at her and mouthed, “You’re fucking adorable.”

And when she mouthed back,“You’re fucking handsome.”I grinned.

Then, the bride's wedding march started, I stood then looked to where Betty was walking on the arm of an older man.

Glancing at Red, seeing the emotion on his face, I looked at Scarlett, and seeing the same, a thought occurred to me.

I wanted a fucking do-over.

When I get married again, you bet your ass we are having a ceremony.

Not the getting married in Vegas kind of wedding.

That was when I locked eyes with Scarlett.

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