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Sometimes it does, and sometimes you need the shock and awe.
“Darling brat,” I say, bending to take her mouth again with laughter rolling through me, “you only need to ask once.”
XXVII
DOUBLE RAINBOW DAY
(ELLE)
You’d think going from fiancée to girlfriend would be a downgrade.
But fake fiancée to real girlfriend?
That’s not so bad at all.
It’s been an exhausting day.
An enormous family lunch where we dragged Lena and Grandma along to the restaurant after stopping by Grandma’s house on our way from the courthouse. Marissa bristled and sulked like a little girl but slowly warmed up to her mother again. Clara and Yvette stuck to each other like glue.
Ditto for August and me.
We can’t get enough of each other after kissing and making up.
Touching, looking, stealing little kisses every chance we get.
It was chaotic while we all talked, found our vibe as a group, hit it off, started a few small fights, put them out, and stopped Deb from punching Marissa in the face for dragging us through all this.
But even Marissa eventually conceded.
She actually apologized.
Better yet, she agreed to let her mother be her AA sponsor, and Yvette swore she wouldn’t let Marissa slip away like her father did.
It was well after dark, lunch blending into dinner and a second dessert course, before we finally slipped away. Transportation has been a mess, shuffling between different cars, dropping each other off, but now it’s just August and me in the G80.
I don’t get out at the house with Gran.
I want to be with him tonight—and every night going forward.
But I’m exhausted, leaning against his arm while he drives, dozing off like the passing lights are hypnotizing me to sleep.
It feels nice to be tired with him, to share the silence with his relaxed body language.
I think I’ve seen August laugh more today than I have since the day we met. Though I love stuffy August too. Serious August. Broody August. Angry August. Sarcastic August. Kind August. Sexy August.
Best of all, happy August.
Especially when I can be the reason he smiles.
“You never took it off,” he says.
“Mm?” I startle awake with a little mumble.
Smiling, he takes one hand off the wheel to clasp my hand, running his thumb over the engagement ring.
“This.”
“... oh.” I look down at our hands, my face heating. “I actually forgot it was there. It feels so much like it belongs that I never thought about taking it off.”
