Heart full, I glance up at him, and as he presses his hand to my cheek, I lean into his touch. “Always yours, Keller.”
“Good girl,” he says right before placing a sweet kiss on my forehead and gently moving me to the side. “We’ll talk tonight.” Then he disappears down the hallway.
That man, lord help me. Not sure I’ll get over the fact he chose me.
Knowing I have some time to myself—for once—I leap onto my bed, kick off my shoes, and grab my phone so I can text Timmy.
Lilly:Please tell me I’m going to see you soon.
I’m about to filter through some of the wedding emails that have been sent to me from Adela when Timmy texts back.
Timmy:Three weeks! I’ll be there for the wedding. I had some loose ends to tie up around here before I could come up.
Lilly:Three weeks? Ugh, that’s depressing.
Timmy:I know. I wish it was sooner. But I have some DJ commitments to see through first.
Lilly:I understand.
Timmy:Everything okay? How was your first marriage session today?
Lilly:A disaster. Keller acted like he was up for anything when we were going over the requirements of our wedding, but then when we get to the actual marriage session, he clams up and gets pissed if I say anything too personal.
Timmy:How can you not say anything too personal? Isn’t that what the classes are all about?
Lilly:THANK YOU! That’s what I thought. But you should have seen him. He was all jittery and angry. When we were done, he confronted me about it.
Timmy:He’s a prideful man, Lilly. I’ve never met him in person, but even I know this about him.
Lilly:I know, but we’re talking about marriage classes here. I don’t want anything to mess up this wedding for us and him not talking might just do that.
Timmy:Is that what they said?
Lilly:No.
Timmy:Maybe bring it up to Theo and Katla.
Lilly:You realize when you’re here, you’re going to have to call them Your Royal Highness.
Timmy:Trust me, I know. That Henrik guy sent me a thirty-page document on decorum and structure.
Lilly:I got the same one. A real snooze fest, right?
Timmy:Is that how you should be talking about the country you’re going to reign one day?
Lilly:If I can’t say it to you, who can I tell?
Timmy:True. Question. How cold is it up there?
Lilly:Well, let’s just say your nipples won’t defrost until you leave.
Timmy:Color me intrigued.
Lilly:And your nuts might fall off from frostbite.
Timmy:One less thing to have to shave.
Lilly:This is why I love you. I need this inappropriateness in my life. Ever since I’ve come up here, I’ve had to be so proper. I need to talk to someone about nuts freezing off.
