Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 55832 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 279(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55832 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 279(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
“Yep, but it’s better than pissing her off.”
Before I can reply, I hear laughing coming down the hall and I know it’s the girls.
“Here they come,” my mom says, clapping her hands.
Anya is the first one to appear and Griffin’s face lights up when he sees her. “Damn, you look stunning,” he says, kissing her lips.
“Sweetheart, you look beautiful,” my mom says, watching her and Griffin.
I’m sure in her head she is already planning their wedding. I’ve heard her mention it more than once to Anya.
In the next second, all the girls appear. My eyes immediately find Willow’s and my breath catches in my throat. She looks like a vision of perfection, fucking breathtaking. My eyes trace her body, taking in every exquisite detail of her appearance.
Her dress clings to her figure in all the right places, the emerald green fabric shimmering softly. The intricate embroidery on the bodice adds a touch of regal elegance, making her look like royalty. But naughty royalty, because the low cut front shows off her perfect tits.
Her hair is a beautiful mess of curls that are pinned up, exposing her neck, almost teasing me with it.
I walk toward her and grab her hand, pulling her to me. My arms wrap around her and I place a kiss on her soft neck.
“Damn, Willow, you take my breath away,” I whisper, pressing a kiss to her full lips.
She takes a small step back and runs her hand down the lapel of my jacket. “You’re making it pretty hard to breathe yourself.”
“You all look beautiful. Now get into the chapel,” my mom says with a laugh.
I hold my arm out and Willow hooks hers in it. “Shall we?” I ask.
She nods with a beautiful smile and we follow behind Shepherd and Felicity. We find our seats at the front of the chapel and sit down. Her side is pressed against my body and when she tries to give us a little room, I grab her leg through her dress.
“Don’t move an inch,” I whisper.
She bites her bottom lip and nods, folding her hands on her lap. I wrap my arm around her, tracing my finger on her arm.
“Hartford looks gorgeous,” she says, glancing at me.
“I’m sure she does.”
I didn’t even notice Hartford. I didn’t notice anything or anyone besides Willow. There’s no doubt I’m falling in love with her. They say you just know and it’s true. I can’t say exactly when it happened, but seeing her outside this chapel, I knew.
The music begins and we all sit up a little straighter as Paxton and Callum walk out, standing in front. Paxton looks relaxed as Callum slaps his back.
“Paxton looks amazing,” Willow whispers.
“Yeah, all of us Atwood’s clean up pretty good.”
She peeks over at me and smiles. “You definitely do.”
The Elvis impersonator steps out and stands up front by Paxton. They exchange a few words and I fight a laugh. I know they said Elvis was marrying them, but hearing it and seeing it are two completely different things.
“Think he just ate a peanut butter and banana sandwich?” Tripp asks, leaning over our parents. Elvis Presley apparently loved the sandwich combo, and Tripp thinks it’s just so funny that the impersonator might love them too.
I chuckle, running my hand down my mouth when Shepherd turns to look at me. He’s trying to fight a laugh too, and I have to look away from him before we both lose it completely. The door at the back of the chapel opens, and the music switches to a beautiful violin rendition. We all stand up, the sound of rustling fabric filling the room. Willow reaches over, grabbing my hand, and my heart slams into my chest. Her touch is reassuring, grounding me in the moment.
As Hartford begins her walk down the aisle toward Paxton, the entire chapel seems to hold its breath. She looks radiant, her dress flowing gracefully around her as she moves. The intricate lace and beading catch the light, making her seem almost ethereal. My eyes start to get watery, and I silently curse the imaginary dust in the room. I squeeze Willow’s hand, and she turns to look at me, her eyes also swimming with tears. Her gaze is soft and full of understanding, and I lean forward to kiss her softly. Her lips are warm and tender, a comforting presence amidst the overwhelming emotions.
She gives me a soft smile before turning her focus back to Hartford. The moment is perfect, and I feel a swell of love and contentment. Just as the emotions start to get the best of me, a bubble of laughter rises in my chest. I tighten my lips, trying to keep it as quiet as possible, but a small chuckle escapes.
Willow snaps her head toward me and I shrug. “Sorry, but did you realize the song playing is ‘Can’t Help Falling In Love’ by Elvis Presley and Elvis is marrying them?”