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I chuckle. “Fuck, yeah.”
He chuckles as well.
“See you next week, my love,” he says, and with that, we hang up the phone.
One Week Later
Canonby Pachelbel plays as Colette walks down the aisle. Dad holds her arm as a long veil trails behind her. She bites her lip and seems to nearly rip apart Dad’s sleeve as she takes each step toward her betrothed. Mark stands at the end, a giant smile on his face, and I swear his eyes are a little weepy.
I tightly grip the box with the wedding rings inside as if, given the chance, I’ll lose it. I don’t want to ruin anything for Colette.
When she gets to the end, she hands me her bouquet of flowers. Her lips wobble just a little before she pulls them into a smile, takes a deep breath, and faces Mark.
The music ends, and our officiant, AKA Dan from her work, starts reading a prepared speech about love and how amazing Mark and Colette are together. Then, the vows start.
“Mark,” Colette says. “I have no idea what I did to deserve you. You are the most amazing man I’ve ever met. You make me so happy. I love the way you kiss me every time I get home and make me laugh and I can’t wait to spend the rest of eternity with you.” She sniffles a little and wipes a tear rolling down her cheek.
“But we didn’t fail. We’ve made it to the altar, and I know in my heart that we’ll make it until the end of time.”
Colette folds her vows, handing them to me. Everyone is in tears. I look at Tyler, who’s looking right at me. Not at the bride and groom. At me, with a gentle smile on his face.
“Colette,” Mark says, “It’s hard to describe how amazing it feels that you’re mine. Like you, falling in love wasn’t my first choice, but all that fell out the window the second I saw your face. I knew at that moment that you were all I wanted. And yes, my pursuit could be categorized perhaps as stalking, but I hope you can forgive me for that.”
The crowd laughs.
“I’m ready to take this next step with you and join you in sickness and in health, for better or for worse. Forever.”
Everyone cheers, and Frank, Mark’s best man, hands him Colette’s ring as I give my sister the small box with Mark’s ring.
Colette’s ring looks so tiny between Mark’s fingers as he slips it on. After my sister puts Mark’s ring on him, Dan says, “With the power vested in me by the Province of British Columbia and a small internet church.” Everyone chuckles. “You’re now husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.”
Mark pulls Colette to him, wrapping his tattooed hand around her waist, and dips her slightly for a jaw-dropping romantic kiss.
Everything about this moment is perfect. The sun shining down on them creates a halo of light, a soft breeze flows through the air, and right on cue, the music starts up, and they walk down the aisle as husband and wife.
As everyone claps, I head to Tyler, who eyes me with a sweet but possessive look. Baby blues, burning with lust, and something I can’t put my finger on.
I think about how he called me “my love” in our little phone sex session, and I’ve wondered what he meant by it. Was he being his usual charming self? Did he mean it in a pet name sort of way, like how a waitress calls a customer “honey?”
I have to know, but I’m afraid I’ll break the spell if I ask. It’s not like we know each other that well. I can’t tell just by looking at him if he’s being sincere or not.
My eyes dart from those beautiful blues to his lips as he leans down and kisses me.
Hard. Lovingly. And passionately.
Chapter 10
Tyler
God,nothingtastesbetterthan Poppy’s kisses. She’s delectable. Her lips are soft and pillowy. Pastries in France that would weep with jealousy if they knew how sweet she was. I hold the back of her head as my hand wraps around her waist, pulling her close to me. Her hands flatten against my chest and grip the lapels of my blazer.
My dick is instantly hard between us, and Poppy grinds into it.
When we pull apart for air, her lips are swollen, and her pink lipstick is all over her face. We’re both breathing hard, her eyes bouncing from my lips to my eyes. Everyone has gone to the reception, and we’re alone. I hear a bird and the faint sound of conversation as everyone gets into their cars and heads to the hall for the reception.
“What was that for?” she asks, biting her lush lip.
“Just because. You look like you can use some lipstick all over your face,” I joke.
