My tongue swept inside to rub against hers, and I instantly felt her shiver. Brooke’s delicate fingers snuck into my hair, her nails slightly scratching my scalp.
When a moan left her mouth, it took all of my self-restraint not to sneak my hands underneath her skirt and rip her tights apart. Or to push her underwear aside and slide a finger or two inside of her.
While I managed not to undress her, I couldn’t bring myself to stop kissing her. Fortunately, yet also unfortunately, Brooke pulled away first.
“Are you okay with getting married in a castle?” she asked, catching me so off-guard, I started to laugh.
Leaning down, my forehead rested on her shoulder as myown shook with laughter. It didn’t take long for Brooke to lightly slap her hands on my back to make me stop.
“This is a serious question, Reece. I have a wedding to plan.”
“I’m sorry,” I said with a chuckle, still trying to calm myself down. As my head lifted and my eyes were back on hers, I finally managed to control my amusement.
Somehow, I expected Brooke to grin at me or smile, but she looked as serious as she did when she was scolding me for making us late for class.
“You’re being serious,” I noted.
“Of course I am.” Her eyebrows drew together, offended. “I wouldn’t joke about our wedding, Reece. You know I’ve been ready to switch my last name to yours for at least a whole decade.”
Take a deep breath, Reece. No more laughing—no smiling either, no matter how adorable your fiancée is.
“Yeah, but I always just assumed we’d get married in a castle,mi princesa,” I answered honestly. “I’ve had to listen to you talk about princesses since the day you were born. Our wedding would be the only day you get to live that movie-princess-life, even if it’s just for a day. Of course we’re getting married in a castle.”
Even before I had finished talking, Brooke had been smiling so widely that I was a little afraid she was going to rip the corners of her mouth.
God, she was just the most adorable person in the entire universe, and nobody was ever going to convince me otherwise.
“Good,” she whispered as her lips brushed mine again. “Because we have to book the venuewayin advance, so I went ahead and did it like last week.”
“Of course you did.”
EPILOGUE
REECE
One Year Later — Age 21 (May 2039)
“How’s Brooke doing?” I asked while looking at myself in the mirror, trying my best to tie the stupid tie around my neck.
Since we were expected to wear suits before our games, I knew how to tie these stupid ribbons, but for some very unexplainable reasons, my hands were shaking and my fingers refused to do what they were supposed to do.
Why was I nervous anyway? I was ready to marry Brooke since the day I could remember, so how dare I be nervous?
I mean, I was only marrying the love of my goddamn life and she’d have my last name in like… two hours. No biggie, right?
Wrong.
It was the biggest fucking deal ever.
How was I of all people lucky enough to marrytheBrooklyn Desrosiers-King? The most beautiful, nicest, sweetest, and best person to ever walk this godforsaken planet.
“I think she’s having a party with herbridesmaids,” Colin told me as he stepped closer. He was just checking on her for me. “I’m not allowed to enter the room, so Lily insists.”
“Her bridesmaids,” I chuckled. Brooke’s bridesmaids were Emory, Lily, Sofia, Rina, and Grey. As far as I knew, she even convinced Grey to wear a purple suit, which I couldn’t wait to see. I don’t think I’d ever seen Grey in anything but black clothing. “Is she freaking out?”
Colin shook his head. “Honestly, I think you’re more nervous than she is.” He turned me around to face him and then swatted my hands away from my necktie, taking over for me.
“Why are you nervous, Uncle Reece?” Kieran asked as he walked up to us. For once, that kid didn’t have a book in his hands. It was a miracle. “Don’t you want to marry Brooke?”
