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He stood up and walked over to me, kissing me on the forehead.

“I think I can’t wait to make you my wife while you’re wearing that dress. It’s beautiful, Bella, but nothing will ever compare to you. The more important question is, what do you think? It’s your dress, and you should pick something you want to wear.”

“I think it’s fitting that I would wear my grandmother’s dress to my last-minute wedding, given that this is all happening because of her,” I said with a laugh.

“Then it’s settled,” he replied, kissing the tip of my nose. “We’re having a vintage-themed wedding and already have the dress.”

“Yay! She said yes to the dress!” Kensy said, pulling out her phone and holding it up for Lia to see as she FaceTimed her.

For the first time since our engagement, I reached up and kissed my fiancé in front of other people. Granted, it was just Kensy and Capshaw, but still. I could hear Lia asking questions but ignored them while I enjoyed this moment.

We spent the rest of the night planning out the small details of our wedding, and by the time we were done, we had a date, location, and guest list set. I walked out of their house with a smile on my face and feeling excited about our wedding.

Twenty-One

Jones

“I know we’re living together so it makes us getting married more believable, but if you’d be more comfortable sleeping in the guest room, I can make it up for you real quick,” I offered once we got home from Capshaw and Kensy’s.

“We’ve already had sex—like a lot of sex,” she said with a laugh. “It doesn’t bother me to sleep in the same bed, but if you want your space, I don’t mind taking the guest room.”

My eyes narrowed as I studied her, watching the color trail up her skin as she blushed.

“I don’t need space,” I confirmed, stepping toward her.

“No?” Her dark eyelashes fluttered rapidly as I snaked an arm around her waist and pulled her into me.

“Nope.”

“What do you need?” she asked, her own need heavy in her voice.

“I think you already know.” I pressed my erection against her belly and smirked as her eyes widened.

“Well, you know, if we’re doing this marriage thing, maybe we should do things the right way.” Her voice was quiet, and I could tell she was having difficulty getting the words out.

“Yeah? What does that mean?”

She pressed her hand to my chest and stepped away, licking her plump lips.

“Maybe we should refrain from doing anything until our wedding night. Then consummate the marriage.”

I swallowed hard, struggling past the dryness in my throat.

“You want to wait to have sex until our wedding night?” I confirmed.

She nodded, pulling her lip between her teeth as she smiled seductively at me.

My cock hardened even more, straining against the zipper of my pants.

“Okay,” I said, blowing out a heavy breath. “It’s only six nights. I can last that long...”

“No other stuff either,” she added, turning and heading for my bedroom as she shimmied her hips, reminding me of what I couldn’t have.

I threw my head back and groaned. This was going to be the longest six days ever.

While Bella did her nightly skincare routine, I went to the other spare room, where I had my workout stuff set up. I did a few reps of weights, then decided to run on the treadmill to burn off some extra energy, given I couldn’t work it off with Bella.

Once I was done, I headed to the master bedroom and found Bella rubbing lotion onto her legs as she sat in a robe on the bed. I watched as her fingers lightly trailed up her skin, reaching the area beneath the fabric of the robe. She parted her legs slightly to rub it into her thighs, but I knew she was doing it just to torture me.

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