The girls all squeal in delight.
“Hell, if it’s a party, I’m in, but why do we have to wait until May?” Mark asks, clearly missing the point.
Ava shoots him a “You’re an idiot” glance and starts to open her mouth when Jane smacks her arm and steps in.
“Wedding, Mark. Catch up! Woo! I will no longer be the only wife! Congratulations, guys!”
“Yeah?” Mark looks over at Colin with a questioning smirk and places a hand on his shoulder, giving it a little squeeze and shake.
“Yeah…” Colin sighs breathily as he grins boyishly at his friend then me. My heart swells at the sight, knowing this man has walked through hell for the last five years and has chosen to open back up and take that leap with me.
Mark pulls him into a hug, and he returns it but keeps his eyes on me.
“She’s my forever.”
My heart shatters in the best way possible as congratulations and hugs are shared all around the group.
Everyone climbs back into their respective vehicles, but Colin sweeps me in for a hug by my door before going to climb in with the guys. His kiss leaves me breathless. I pull away, looking up into his eyes and have to say it.
“You’re mine, too,” I whisper.
His eyes crinkle in the corners with joy before tipping up my chin higher to sweep his lips over mine again.
“My forever,” He murmurs back against my lips, making my knees weak.
Mark’s horn blasts to get the show on the road, and we both chuckle against each other’s lips. I push him backwards toward the truck. Turning on my heel, I jog back to Brynleigh’s car but still feel eyes on me. When I spare a glance over my left shoulder, sure enough, there he is enjoying the sight of watching me leave. That’ll never get old. Neither will that goofy grin.
“Forever!” I holler back playfully, gushing inwardly when he covers his heart with his hand. May can’t get here soon enough.
Next May…
Sydney
“You may kiss your bride.”
Colin’s prideful smile has my heart bursting with joy as he leans in to claim my lips for the first time as his wife.Wife.It blows my mind.
The kiss is tender, but it leaves me breathless. He keeps it PG-13, even though the undertone screams how badly he wants to throw me over his shoulder and find the nearest empty room with a couch to check my garter in. When he pulls back, the gleam in his eyes tells me I’m right. If the girls were to take bets, I’d say there’s a fair chance this marriage will be consummated within, give or take, oh… two hours.
Colin winks, lifting my fingers wrapped in his to kiss my knuckles before raising our hands in the air announcing his victory for all the world,ahem, our little gathering, to see. He looks back over to me with a satisfied smirk.
“I love you, Mrs. Jacobsen.”
“I will never get sick of hearing that,” I giddily reply.
“Which part?”
“Both parts. I love you too, husband.”
Colin hums with approval as he wraps his hand around my waist and pulls me back in close for one more kiss. It’s our day. We can kiss as much as we want.
“Alright, alright, alright. It’s time for booze and dancing. Chop chop,” Mark cuts into our little moment, nudging Colin in the back. Never fails.
“Mark…” Colin draws out in a low warning against my lips.
“Just saying. Sooner we get this party started, the sooner you can get your bride in bed,” Mark mutters.
This has his attention. I snicker. Leave it to Mark.
