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He brushed his fingers through my hair and my eyes closed sleepily.
“We should probably go,” he announced.
“I’m not moving,” I locked my arms around his neck. “You can’t make me.”
“Oh, I can,” his fingers inched under my shirt and he began to tickle me.
“Trace! Stop!” I giggled, squirming and falling off of him.
“Get your pants on, we have to go,” he chuckled, standing and pulling his pants up with him and fastening the belt.
“I did have my pants on…until you took them off,” I pouted, still on the floor.
He grabbed my shorts and panties from where they’d been tossed and dropped them on top of me.
“Thanks, you’re so nice,” I said sarcastically as I put my clothes back on.
He smiled boyishly and held out a hand to haul me up. “I am nice. I counted three orgasms.”
“What does that have to do with you being nice?” I raised a brow, prying myself from his arms before we got carried away again.
“You know,” he leaned against the wall, “it proves that I’m a very generous lover.”
“God,” I rolled my eyes, “you are so full of yourself.”
“That’s what you like to tell me,” he opened the door and picked up our bags.
“Does your mom know we’re coming?” I asked.
“No,” he shrugged, stopping outside the door to look at me. “But it’s technically my house, so it’s not like I need to call and ask for permission. I’ll text her if it makes you feel better.”
“It would,” I nodded. “I don’t want them to think someone is breaking into the house, and we didn’t mention to your grandparents that we were coming so it’s not like they told her.”
“Take a breath,” he chuckled. “I’ll let her know. You have nothing to worry about.”
“Sorry,” I forced a laugh. “I’m being silly, aren’t I?”
“Kind of,” he started down the steps. “Get Ace and meet me at the car.”
I turned to find Ace watching me with curious eyes. The poor dog had watched everything that had went down between Trace and me minutes before.
“Sorry, bud,” I shrugged, “but he’s hot and I can’t seem to help myself around him.” I squatted down and scratched behind his ears. “Let’s go.”
I cracked my eyes open, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings. We’d stayed at the mansion a few times in Trace’s childhood room, but it still seemed strange to be here, surrounded by high school memorabilia and trinkets of his past.
I sat up, shoving the she
ets off of me, and drawing my knees up to my chest.
I was getting married today.
Okay, that wasn’t right. We were already married, but I had no idea what the proper term for this would be.
But I was giddy, knowing that this time our families would be present. I really hoped Gramps would be okay to walk me down the aisle. I hated to think that he might be pushing himself. I knew he was stubborn though, and nothing, not even his cancer, would stop him from walking me down that aisle.
“What are you doing up?” Trace asked groggily, lying on his stomach.
“I’m excited,” I shrugged.
