“I vow to always keep fighting for you, because I know that we can overcome anything. To choose you each andevery single day. To honor, respect, and cherish you, in sickness and in health. Through sorrows and success. I vow to be your biggest fan. And most of all, I vow to keep loving you for the rest of your life.”
A tearfalls down my cheek, and his rough finger reaches up, brushing it away.
He lingers there, his hand expanding to hold the side of my face. His eyes working their magic on me.
All I want to do is run.
There was once a time I dreamed of him saying those words to me. Once, when I truly thought it would come true. I was stupid. Naïve.
But to hear them now…
It hurts.
A buzzing fills my ears, and I’m not sure what is said next. At some point, I say I do.
And I only snap out of it all when Cooper grasps my face.
“Can I kiss you?” he whispers, his breath fanning my lips.
I nod shallowly, and he kisses me.
I’m glad he’s holding me, because I nearly pass out.
CHAPTER 13
COOPER
“God, this chicken is so good,” Leo moans from beside me.
I shoot him a glare, and he drops his fork. “I didn’t know!” he hisses.
Apparently, none of the guys did. Not a single person spilled.
What are the god damn odds?
“I will say,” he starts, picking his cutlery. His eyes connect with mine, and I know I’m fucked. “That was quite the reaction for two people who supposedly do not know each other, am I right, Owen?”
Owen peeks around him, looking almost sheepish. “It… was a little odd, I won’t lie.”
Sitting back in his seat, Leo chews his food thoughtfully. “It almost seems like there’s a history there. Weird.”
I groan. “Can you just ask what you want to ask?”
Dirwin leans back in his chair, looking around the other two. “I think he meansfess up.”
Truthfully, I never really thought I’d have to tell them about Amara and me. No matter how much it hurts to think about, it was a long time ago.
I should have known better.
Like a grand eagle swooping in, Edward appears in front of me, a panicked look on his face. “Hey,” he starts, his voice shrill. “I feel as though there’s some tension here.” His eyes flicker to Amara, who’s been sitting on the far edge of her chair next to me this whole time, whispering with Mila.
Every time I look over, Mila’s eyes meet mine with a look that could send me six feet under.
“Just a little,” I confirm, crossing my arms.
“Well,” he looks at everyone around us. “I just feel as though we should get a few clips of you talking, don’t you think?”
I raise an eyebrow, kicking my feet out in front of me. “You’re telling me that none of this was on purpose?”
