Chapter 3
Meirna
The rooftop is dark.
Except for the hundreds of candles that illuminate the edges of the space against the harsh winter wind.
It’s freezing up here, but I love winter. Not only did I wish to be married around Christmas, but also outside.
Because I’m an undiagnosed psycho.
But I love the crisp air.
I love being bundled up.
I love cocoa and the earth covered in sparkly white.
It’s magic.
And tonight only proves that.
Bobby waits patiently for me on the other side, dressed in an all-black suit on the other side. A priest stands at the head with two rows of candles that create a makeshift aisle for me to walk down and marry the man of my dreams on the other side.
I brought the bouquet Bobby bought for me earlier, feeling nervous and a bit shy as I walk towards him.
As always, he’s a god dressed in his perfectly fitted attire. He’s in all black again, which was planned.
And, goddamn, he’s sexy as fuck in it.
“You came,” he deadpans in his deep octave that has a thrill of excitement sprinting up my spine.
“I wouldn’t miss this for the world.” I look around the rooftop again, in awe of the quick planning he put together to make this happen. It’s textbook romantic. And I’m a sucker for this kind of stuff. “It’s beautiful, Bobby.”
He extends a hand, prompting me to stand beside him while the priest takes his cue and begins our private ceremony.
His words are a muttered blur in my head as I try to stand present in the moment. But it’s so much, and so little at the same time.
We don’t have our closest friends or family here, but this is everything I wanted.
Small.
Private.
Ours.
Bobby gently turns me to face him, and I try to listen and wait for my cues, offering them when it’s my turn, but I can’t break my gaze from my soon-to-be husband.
It feels so laser-focused and content to be standing in front of him.
Together.
We’re going to do all this together.
“You may kiss your bride.”
Bobby doesn’t wait another second before getting in my space, wrapping his arm possessively around my waist, plastering the dirtiest kiss known to man on my lips in front of a man who’s given his life to God.
And this isn’t sacred.
