My heart swells in my chest as I pull back slightly, just to be chased by Bobby’s mouth again because clearly, he’s not done with me yet.
After a few more thigh-clenching kisses, I’m fully able to muster a bit of space between us.
“Bobby, are you okay?”
“Why wouldn’t I be?”
I can think of plenty of things. However, I’m not going to harp on them if he’s not.
“It’s just—I’m surprised you’re here.”
“Why? Your other boyfriend going to get jealous?”
I chuckle because not only is Richard a commonconversation here, but at home. “No, he’s too busy cheating at bingo again. I think you’ve got some time to steal me away.”
“Mhm.” His thumb comes up and grazes down my bottom lip, tugging it down as he watches his every move. That innocent action, however, has my pussy clenching with immediate need for him to do something about it. “You’re too good for me.”
My stomach drops because he’s always preaching about how perfect we are together. That I’m what he needs to forge through and conquer the world.
It’s normal to have doubts.
We’re getting married. It’s a huge step.
“Does that cut me out of the running to marry you?” I murmur, receiving his green-colored stare.
“No,” he replies simply. “That only makes me want you more.”
Chapter 2
Meirna
“Um, why are you here?”
Nettie’s voice sounds genuinely confused, but deep down, if she really thought about it, I’m always working.
“I work here,” I deadpan, still slamming keys underneath fingertips. “Did you bring the goods?”
A small white paperback is promptly produced on the left side of my laptop, followed by a hot coffee.
“You shouldn’t be here,” she chides lightly. “You’re getting married in threedays.”
“I know.”
“Don’t you have better things to do, like—” My gaze flicks over my screen, meeting Nettie’s blue eyes full-on and finding them glossed in concern and a bit of anxiety.
Her magazine-worthy make-up is perfectly set in place, her dark brown hair is parted down the middle, and Nettie is every minute I don’t spend on my own morning routine.
“Why do you look like you want to cry?” I press lightly, watching her shift underneath the weight of my stare beforeplucking the bag she brought me and peeling away the sticker keeping it closed.
“I’m worried.”
“About what?”
“About Bobby being…not enough for you.”
My face lifts in immediate awe and a sliver of irritation that she would bring this upnowand not when Bobby and I first got engaged.
Now is a little too late.
