Cue rolling of the eyes.
“She’s marrying the love of her life. Of course, she’s excited. Sounds like they are going to have a laid-back wedding at his house in the Keys. Sounds like fun.” She sounded tired, and I’m sure she was. Between everything going on with work, Jenson, and all our extra activities, she needed rest.
I sat next to her and hauled her legs on top of mine. My hands found her feet, rubbing them, hoping to release any tension in her body.
“We should get married in Hawaii,” I suggested. Half being serious, half not. When I asked her to marry me, it wasn’t going to be like that. Boring. It just wasn’t our style.
We were like Deadpool and Vanessa.
Minus the International Women’s Day celebrating part.
“I’m thinking more like Alaska. A fur panty and bra set can be pretty sexy for a wedding night outfit.” Somehow, she couldn’t ruin the image of her on our future wedding night with fur lingerie. Nope.
We were quiet for a little while, me massaging her feet as she just enjoyed the moment.
“Where’d Jenson go?” Her eyes closed, and her head dropped back to the pillow behind her.
“He went out to go knock up a Hawaiian girl named Lola.”
Her lips lifted up and she spoke.
“Are they drinking champagne that tastes like Coca-Cola?”
How could anyone deny that this woman and I were meant to be? Truly, she was like the girl version of me. Music, surfing, movies, and fun humor. She couldn’t cook for shit, but I was fine with handling that. I swear, I could never get over how perfect she was for me.
“I think I’m ready for bed.” She yawned, and my hands slid up her legs, feeling her soft skin.
I reached around her back and picked her up like the superhero I was.
She didn’t fight me as I carried her to the bedroom, and we settled into bed together. She passed out quickly, and I just lay there, holding her in my arms.
Two more days in paradise, then it was back to our true reality. I wasn’t ready for us to go back to Los Angeles. Here we really only had to deal with people on set, there we would be dealing with everyone. Women who thought they were going to be the ones to make me settle. Shitty guys I would have to beat for thinking that she would sleep around since she slept with me.
I just wish I’d thought of the shit hitting the fan before we reached the mainland.
Maybe I could have been better prepared.
