"No," I said honestly and he smiled down at me.
"Babygirl..." he said, ducking his head a little. "You ain't gonna start crying again, are you? 'Cause that last time was a tee, this is a nice shirt. Don't need tears all over it."
I felt myself laugh and shook my head at him. "No crying."
"Good. Then let's go get you to your husband."
With that, the music changed and we moved into the doorway.
The room looked great. The chairs were wrapped in white. There were white flowers everywhere. Summer had gone all out with her plans, her being the only one in the girls-club who was the least bit interested in wedding plans. And Johnnie had spared no expense. It was perfect. Flawless really. Paine's hand squeezed my arm in reassurance when all the eyes suddenly fell on us.
But Summer had been right- the second my eyes locked on Johnnie, everything else fell away, it became background noise. All there was in the world was him and the way his brilliant green eyes were watching me, like I was something magnificent, like he couldn't believe he got to have me. My hungry eyes roamed over him and I felt a smile tugging at my lips. He was, even on his wedding day, all Johnnie: from the black and white checkered creepers on his feet to his slacks that were cut a bit too tight to be traditional, to the black short-sleeve dress shirt that showed off his colorful ink and the white tie that matched the theme. His smile spread slowly, like an inside joke, and I felt mine spread as well.
Perfect.
Nothing had ever felt more perfect than that moment.
That was until Paine kissed my cheek and placed my hand in Johnnie's, whose pinkie twisted around mine as we turned to face the minister. Because that moment was more perfect.
And then when he slid another ring on my finger, wrapped his hands around my face and kissed me like it was the first and last time as we were declared husband and wife. Yeah, that moment was even perfect-er.
And when he leaned close as everyone started clapping and whistling and his warm breath tickled my ear and he declared quietly, "Best fuckin' thing that ever happened to me, having to go back to face my demons and finding my angel."
That was the perfect-est.
Cash moved up beside us, clapping slightly, then leaned close and informed us, "The janitor's closet three doors down is unlocked. Do with that information what you will."
He moved away and Johnnie's focus went to me, both of us fighting it for the barest of seconds before we threw our heads back and laughed. I moved toward him, resting my head on his chest over what was the biggest, most giving heart I had ever come across, and I felt the click again, but stronger, firmer, more permanent.
And I still had no idea how he felt about avocados.
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Also By Jessica Gadziala
Also By Jessica Gadziala:
What The Heart Needs
What The Heart Wants
What The Heart Finds
What The Heart Knows
The Stars Landing Deviant
Dark Mysteries
For A Good Time, Call...
Dissent
The Sex Surrogate
Dr. Chase Hudson
Reign
Monster
Cash
Keep an eye for the upcoming:
"Wolf" - Wolf & Janie's story
"Savior" - Paine's story
About The Author
About the author:
Jessica is a full-time writer from New Jersey who believes coffee is a food group and that her parrots can totally understand her when she talks to them. She can not be trusted with houseplants or to respond to text messages in a reasonable amount of time.
Writing was the only acceptable career path for her from the first time she learned that with just twenty-six letters, she could create whole new worlds. She attempted a string of odd jobs before quitting and taking the blind leap of faith that was trying to make a career out of her passion.
Jessica is a firm believer in snark, strong secondary characters, and HEA.
When she is not writing (which is practically never), she is obsessively trying to read as many books as possible and has totally been known to throw temper tantrums over fictional characters.
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