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Chapter Thirty-four
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After three days ofCalifornia sun and making love under the stars, the waves crashing in the background, Abel and I made the six hour drive to Las Vegas and said I do in a small wedding chapel right off the main strip.
It wasn’t the wedding I had pictured when I was little but it turned out being so much better. Because it wasn’t about where I was. It was about who I was with.
“I can’t believe we’re married,” I say, holding my hand up to look at the small white gold band on my left ring finger. We picked our rings out at a little jewelry shop in California, and while they may not look like much to most people, to me they couldn’t be more perfect. Simple. Understated. Beautiful.
“Believe it.” Abel rolls into me, flinging his leg across mine as we lay tangled in the bed sheets.
Even though I was perfectly fine staying in the van, Abel insisted that we spend our wedding night in a fancy Vegas hotel.
We’ve spent the last three hours drinking champagne and making love. And while we’ve had some pretty incredible days together, I think today is my favorite.
“Claire is going to kill me for not telling her first.” I smile when he lifts his head and kisses the side of my neck.
“She’ll get over it.”
“I’m married,” I say again, just to hear myself say it out loud.
“You are.”
“And so are you.” I smile, still not able to grasp that Abel is actually my husband now.
“I am,” he murmurs against my skin.
“This has been the perfect day.”
“Well, it’s not over yet.” He abruptly rolls away from me, climbing out of the bed moments later.
I watch his bare backside as he leans over and snags his boxers off the floor, sliding them on moments later.
“What are you doing?” I laugh when he tosses his t-shirt at me.
“You’ll see. Put that on.”
“O-k-a-y,” I draw out, sitting up to slide his t-shirt over my head. It smells divine–just like Abel–and I find myself taking a deep inhale.
Crossing the room, Abel grabs his phone from the dresser and fidgets with it for a moment.
I watch him curiously as I climb out of bed and slide my panties on, taking a swig of my champagne just as music suddenly fills the space.
I recognize the song blaring from Abel’s phone immediately. It’s the first song we danced to that night at the bar.
He turns, a slow smile pulling at his lips.
“What are you up to?” I plant my hands on my hips.
“Time for the bride and groom to share their first dance.” He stalks toward me, pulling me to his chest the moment he reaches me. “What do you say my, little ballerina? Will you dance with me?” He pulls back, running a soft hand down my cheek.
“As if you even have to ask.” I roll my eyes, laughing as he pulls me away from the bed to an open space in the room.
Pulling me back into his arms, he waits until I have my hands locked around the back of his neck before he slowly starts to sway in place.
“Remember when you said you couldn’t dance?” He chuckles, stepping back to give me a twirl before pulling me back to him.
