So much had happened in the last couple months. The rest of the trip went off without a hitch, despite Sarah not being able to ski. I’d gone out boarding with the guys a couple times, but I spent most of the time with Sarah. With her so sore after everything, we couldn’t fuck like rabbits, but we still managed to make love a few times.
Telling the guys about me and Sarah had been a walk in the park compared to telling our folks. God, I wished a hole would’ve opened up in the ground and swallowed me when we’d sat in the living room, talking to them about everything.
Neither of them had been thrilled at the idea, but there really wasn’t any reason for us not to be together. We were both adults, we weren’t related by blood, and hell, we hadn’t even known each other until we were in our late teens.
In the end, they supported our decision.
Besides, it wasn’t like they had much of a choice. Whether they approved of us being together or not, Sarah and I had made our decision. We were going to be together.
As quietly as possible, I turned the doorknob, slipping inside and closing the door behind me without making any noise. Sarah stood by the window, staring out at whatever lay beyond. I sucked in a breath at how gorgeous she looked.
The sun washed over her, her brown locks curled and cascading down her back. The dress she’d chosen was perfect, white and flowing without being gaudy or outrageous. Her and Kelly had spent weeks at dress shops, picking out the perfect one.
And they’d done a magnificent job.
Though, truthfully, she could’ve been wearing a potato sack, and I wouldn’t have minded one bit. She would be beautiful no matter what she wore, that I was certain of. Whether it was ski clothes, pajamas, or nothing at all, Sarah never ceased to take my breath away.
I crept over to her, placing my hands over her eyes.
“Guess who?” I whispered in her ear.
“Nathan!” She said with a giggle. She pushed my hands away and turned to glare at me. “You know you’re not supposed to be in here. It’s bad luck to see a bride on her wedding day.”
I shrugged, then slipped my arms around her waist and pulled the two of us together. Then I placed gentle kisses along her jawline. “I don’t care. I had to see you.”
“You’re not having second thoughts, are you?”
“Of course not!” I shook my head. “I’m looking forward to spending the rest of my life with you.” I reached between us to place my hand at her growing stomach. “And with our baby.”
Sarah blushed, then laid her head on my chest. Neither of us had planned to marry this quickly, but a trip to the doctor for Sarah had hit the fast forward button on our plans. But despite the sudden shift, I hadn’t once had a single regret or doubt.
I loved Sarah with all of my heart. And whether we got married now or a year from now, I knew that wouldn’t change. That would never change.
“I love you, Sarah.” I whispered into her ear. “I can’t wait to start a family with you. I can’t wait to be a father. I can’t wait to be your husband. I can’t wait for you to be my wife.”
“Then it’s a good thing you won’t have to wait. In a few hours, I’ll be yours and you’ll be mine.” She giggled. “And I’m glad we didn’t just run off to Vegas like I’d wanted. I know I’ll never forget this day.”
“Nor will I. I’ll never forget how beautiful you are in this dress.”
“Even if I am fat now?”
I snorted and rolled my eyes. “Like you could ever be fat. But even if you suddenly gained two hundred pounds, I would still love you just as much as I do now.”
“I love you, too.” She brought her lips to mine for a quick kiss, then pushed me away. “Now get out of here before Kelly gets back. You know she’ll throw a fit if she finds out you saw me before I walk down the aisle.”
I kissed her one last time, then snuck back out into the hall, a permanent grin etched onto my face. Nothing would’ve been able to ruin this day, not even Kelly yelling at me for sneaking in to see Sarah.
I couldn’t wait for her to walk down the aisle and officially become my wife.
I hope you enjoyed LUST! You’re not done yet. Turn the page because I’ve included another surprise or two. You are the reasons I write. -Nikki xoxoxo
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Elizabeth
Never in my life had I felt so awful.
Before I even opened my eyes, I could tell that this headache was going to be one of the worst; and once they were open, it only made a bad situation all the more terrible. My mouth felt like I’d been licking the back of a cat and my entire body ached like I’d just run a marathon. And if that wasn’t bad enough, I didn’t have any clue where the hell I was.
The moment that fact crossed my mind I sat bolt upright on the feather bed, clutching the soft, luxurious sheets to my very naked chest. It took me a few seconds to realize that I was in a hotel, and another few to realize how bad of an idea sitting up had been. A wave of nausea overtook me, my stomach threatening to remind me about last night’s dinner. It was bad enough that I couldn’t remember—nor did I remember anything else about last night—but to not even know where I was? That was a new level of inebriation, even for me.