I scowl when she slides inside the bedroom like a goddamn worm through a tiny slit, preventing me from so much as glimpsing Brooke. “Excuse me, Riptide,” Melanie says as she returns, and waves me away from the door. “You can undo them later and then do me.” The cheeky statement is followed by a soft “Gaaah,” like someone-a very little someone-is amused about something on the other side of this door. “I will see you walk up to me, baby, I just want to see you now too.
Makes me want to throw the door down and kiss the hell out of her, then do stuff to her under that dress she’s trying to put on-the things that husbands do to their fucking wives. “I guess because I want you to see me walk up to you,” she whispers.
And separated despite the fact that she’s supposed to be getting dressed for me. “Why the fuck can’t I see you right now, baby?”Īll this entering and exiting the room by Melanie, with me separated by a locked door from my soon-to-be wife? I don’t like it. When I hear shuffling, I press closer to the edge and drop my voice so the dipshits on the living room couch don’t hear. I curl my fingers around the doorknob and speak through the closure slit. But when Melanie keeps staring at the three of us, and especially me, with an expression someone might use on a couple of dogs they want to scat, I scowl and head to the bedroom door. “That’s fucking ridiculous,” I say, laughing. You guys should leave and we’ll meet you at the altar.” and what are you three doing here anyway? Remington, I talked to Brooke about it. “It’s the dress!” Melanie, Brooke’s best friend, says, exploding out of the master bedroom with a trail of white stuff that looks like a veil. Chicks take a lot of time to get prepped.” Riley thrusts his arms out in the air in a gesture that implies That’s life! It’s been exactly fifty-eight minutes since she locked herself up in our bedroom to get ready, when Brooke-my fucking Brooke-usually gets dressed in five. Turning back to the bedroom door, I continue pacing.įor the life of me, I can’t imagine what’s taking her so long. Apparently those two are amused as fuck by me. I swing around to where he and Riley have been watching me pace around the living room of Brooke’s old Seattle apartment. “I swear if you frown any harder at the door, it’s going to collapse under your stare,” my PA, Pete, calls from the couch. There will be hundreds of days in my life that I won’t remember.īut this is one day that I will never forget.
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