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“It was good. No, it was great. I didn’t think he’d last as long as he did after how long he’s been... away.”
“Ew. Maybe he hooked up with someone else before you. You know, right after he got out.”
“Not sure, none of my business, and I won’t ask him because I don’t care. I mean, who could blame the guy if he did?”
She puts her hands up. “Not me.”
I pull another wooden heart out of the basket and go to work. “Has he... mentioned me or asked things about me?”
“No, but don’t take it the wrong way. We don’t talk about that stuff, and not to mention, I’ve been so busy wedding planning that it’s pretty much consumed me. When I’m married and bored, I’m sure I’ll be all about that nosy, gossipy life.”
“Bitch, you already are about that life,” I say with a chuckle, shaking my head.
She giggles. “Okay, you’re right.”
We finish the rest of the wedding favors and then head out to the dress shop for a fitting.
***
“Oh, my God, you lookbreathtaking,” I murmur as Taryn does a little twirl. The pure-white fitted satin gown is very minimal and suits my best friend. A simple veil on top of her head complements the dress well.
She looks down at herself. “You think?”
“Absolutely, babe.”
“Yours fits perfect, too,” she says, gesturing to the black fitted silky dress with the spaghetti straps. It hugs my curves and is so simple and elegant. Even I’m getting butterflies looking at the two of us in the mirror. She must be downright giddy.
“Carter’s gonna have his breath stolen when you walk down that aisle, girl,” I comment, adjusting the veil so it’s perfect.
“You think?” she asks, hope shining in her eyes.
“Of course,” I assure her.
I am, of course, a little jealous. I hope my time will come, and I hope it’s with her brother. After last night, he’s all I can think about. I’m deliciously sore where he plowed into me over and over, making me lose count of the orgasms. He’d gone down on me twice more, his tongue a magical entity all on its own. He said he’d call me today, and I’ve yet to hear from him, but I refuse to get all clingy and obsessive. He’ll call when he’s ready. I notice he likes to talk on the phone more than texting, and I’m sure I can figure out why. I won’t sit and analyze that right now, though, as this day is Taryn’s.
After we change back into our clothes, the dress shop attendant takes our dresses and tells us she’ll see us in a few weeks for another fitting.
“I need food,” she says.
“Of course,” I reply. “Chinese?”
“Heck yes,” she answers.
I’m secretly glad I’m her only wedding attendant. The affair itself isn’t planned to be grandiose by any stretch of the imagination, but it’s not small and intimate either. But they each only wanted Eric and me to stand up for them, and I’m selfishly grateful for that. They both have other friends but wanted to keep it simple.
Over lunch, we chat about last-minute things, the bachelorette party, and how excited she is for her honeymoon in Bora Bora. I’m thoroughly jealous and am brought back to my fantasy of having Eric fuck me on the balcony of some tropical locale while we stare into each other’s eyes, so in love.
A wistful sigh I didn’t mean to expel slips out, and Taryn gives me a confused look.
“What?” I ask.
“What was that for?” she asks.
I debate telling her how I’m feeling, and because it’s not fair to her, I opt for something not quite the truth but not a lie, either. “Just so happy for you, and hope I’m next.”
She immediately squeezes my hand. “You will be. If not Eric, someone else.”
But I don’t want anyone else. Four weeks of dating and I already know he’s “the one”—but I won’t tell her that. I can’t risk her telling her brother my feelings and fantasies, so for now, I keep them to myself.
