I could see it from a mile away.
But up close?
Between her red hair and her fair skin, her blueish green eyes and her rose petal cheeks, she’s nothing short of stunning. But not in a super model way. There’s an edge to this girl.
There’s also a lot of curve.
Curves I am aching to explore.
“You may kiss the bride!” the little man bellows before turning away with little to no interest in what we do next.
Thanks to his pay in advance policy, he got his $59.99 up front and, in turn, we got two cheap rings that probably came out of one of those dollar store vending machines and a “marriage license” that I consider tossing in the trash on the way out the door.
“Well? What do you say?” I ask.
“About what?” she asks softly, her lips still tipped in the corners in a very suggestive way.
A way that sayscome and get me.
“I'm going to kiss you.”
“Pretty sure I just agreed to do more than that, didn’t I?”
With that, my mouth crashes into hers.
Amanda wraps her arms around me, and our bodies press together.
I thought it might be awkward considering, well, everything.
But it’s not.
In fact, it’s the most natural thing I’ve ever felt.
And the most natural thing to do now…is get her back to my hotel room.
“You know I don’t ever actually want to get married?” Amanda pants as we step into the elevator at my hotel.
She’s panting because we haven’t stopped kissing since we left the chapel.
All the way back down the aisle, out the front door, across the strip and through the lobby, we have been at each other’s throats…but in a good way.
“No?” I ask, pulling her against me as the door closes and we ascend upward.
“Nah. But if I did–”
“If you did, what would he be like?” I ask, kissing her again.
“Well…he’d have to be sweet. But not too sweet.”
“I’m definitely not too sweet.”
“And he’d have to love music.”
I actually laugh at that. “I love music,” I say, my lips on her neck.
“No, like really love it. Music is a huge part of my life.”
“I played the clarinet when I was younger. And I can sort of play the guitar now.”
