Chapter 37
37
T aking a sip of the champagne, I can’t believe Nicholas and Emily are married.
They’re perfect for each other, but it’s …
making me think of my wedding.
I sip, pushing out the memory of four-hundred people watching me walk down the aisle in uncomfortable heels.
This is better.
Intimate and perfect.
And surprising everyone like this?
I love it.
“Let’s walk down to the lake,” Jake whispers in my ear.
His voice pulls me back to the present, and I nod.
He takes my hand, weaving us through the crowd and down the steps to the beach.
But when my feet meet the sand, I hesitate.
Jake lifts my chin with two fingers.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes,” I say, although it’s a lie.
“Why were you really crying?”
I blink a few times.
Jake is never going to let me suffer in silence it seems.
He’s such a great guy.
I exhale slowly, giving in.
“My wedding came up … but that was also a really beautiful and romantic moment we just witnessed.”
“I agree. This might be my favorite wedding event I’ve ever attended.”
“Same.”
He leans down, pressing a long, deep kiss to my lips.
When he pulls back, he chuckles.
“I think we need to call off the mission.”
I don’t want to.
“No.”
His brows lift.
“No?”
“No.”
He scoops me up, spinning me in a circle.
“Let’s get back in there then,” he says, smiling.
Hand in hand, we make our way up the steps to the patio.
The hum of laughter, clinking glasses, and music grows with each step.
“Jake,” I flirt.
“Maybe the mission can move to my place soon.”
“Can’t hold out?”
I shrug playfully.
“Okay, Sparky.” He smirks.
“I’ll set a timer. Thirty more minutes.”
Jake takes out his phone, and my whole body jolts.
A sharp vibration pulses between my thighs.
I gasp, eyes wide.
“Oops.” His smirk deepens.
“Wrong button.” Then the sensation shifts to a deliberate pulse.
“Now, I’ll set the timer.”
I glare at him, swatting his arm.
“You think you can last thirty minutes on this setting?”