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“I know that,” he shrugs. “But I still liked the idea of the hero complex.”
I slap his chest with my wet hand and laugh.
Nausea rolls back through my stomach and I push him away before jumping out of the tub in the most unladylike way possible. Ringer rubs my back lightly as I heave over the toilet. Nothing comes out, but that doesn’t stop my stomach from retching again and again.
I spend the rest of the day going between lounging on the couch and throwing up the small sips of water I’ve taken. Ringer heads out around noon, but only after I threaten to never get naked for him again if he doesn’t leave me alone to wallow in self pity.
He left with the promise that he will be here tomorrow morning to leave for Vegas.
Around seven, the migraine hits. I pop two painkillers before dragging myself to bed. Thankfully, I only wake up twice to vomit.
Friday morning, I’m up at nine and am able to successfully stand through a hot shower.
While drying my hair, my phone pings with a text message. I smile as Sparrow’s name appears on the screen.
Can’t wait to see you, babe! Love you and drive safe. xoxo
I smile to myself as I reply. I cannot wait to see and squeeze my best friend. It’s been a few months since the last wedding I’ve done with her, so we are well overdue.
Same! I will text you as soon as we are on the road. xo
Another text vibrates the device in my hand, but this one from Ringer.
I’ll be there in an hour, I picked up the van.
Fuck. I really don’t want to drive the fucking Pepto Bismol van all the way to Vegas.
The migraine has turned into a dull headache, so I shake a few Tylenol out of the bottle and pop them in my mouth. Since we’ll be in the car for a few hours, I throw on a soft pair of cheetah print bike shorts and pull one of my dad's old, large shirts over my head. Grabbing my suitcase, I pull it out to the living room behind me. I throw some last minute items in my bag before tidying up my apartment while waiting for Ringer.
An hour to the minute after Ringer texted me, my attention is pulled away from the Tik Tok I was watching by the loud honking coming from the driveway.
I grab my bags before locking up and heading downstairs.
Shock registers immediately. Where I expected to see an awful pink van, a solid red one sits instead. Blood red. Perfection.
“Holy shit!” I squeal as Ringer hops out of the driver’s seat. I jump up and down excitedly as I circle the van. “How the fuck did you manage this?”
“I asked dad to just cover it in red. We’ll add your logo later.”
I run up to the man I’ve been in love with since I was a kid and throw my arms around his neck. He catches me against his chest as I wrap my legs around his middle. “Thank you!”
Ringer groans as I pepper red lipped kisses all over his face before landing on his mouth. He takes it a step further, pushing me up against the side of the van and deepening the kiss.
I pull away with a smile, dropping my feet to the ground. “I love it!”
“I hoped you would, Princess.”
I continue to walk around the van, inspecting it from every angle and smiling until my cheeks begin to ache.
He takes my bags, pulls open the small side door, and throws them inside. I notice his small weekend bag sitting under his cut behind the driver's seat.
“Are the freezers on?” I ask.
I follow Ringer around to the back where he opens the back doors. The fog from the freezers pour out around us.
“This is so fucking awesome. I love your dad.”
“He was telling me all about this yesterday. He really fucking killed it based on what he says this thing started out as.”
