Taco bars are what dreams are made of
Luca
Just as I’m closing the safe in my closet, I hear her soft footsteps.
“You’re serious about me not knowing what’s engraved on them before the wedding, huh?”
I turn and smile at the sight of my future wife. The way she grins back tells me those dimples I didn’t know I have are on full display. Closing the distance between us, I grab her, lifting her so she can wrap her legs around my waist.
“I missed you, baby. How was your day?”
Her gray eyes sparkle. “I missed you, too. And my day was filled with wedding planning and trying on dresses. So. Many. Dresses. Luca.”
“Did you find one you like?”
“I found one that’s absolutely perfect. You’re going to love it.”
“You could wear one of my old shirts and I’d love it. But I can’t wait to see you in your dress.” Excitement races through me. How do people make it through long engagements? I’m ready to marry this woman right now. In my head, she’s already my wife.
“How are you feeling? Not too sore?” I’ve worried about her all day, no matter how many times she assured me over text that she’s fine.
She cups my cheeks in her hands. “Barely sore at all, and even if I was, it’s worth it.”
Her lips meet mine, and a low moan leaves her mouth.
“Think we have time for a quickie before dinner?” she asks.
“Hey, where are you two? Dinner’s ready!” Lil yells from somewhere outside my room.
“I’d say no,” I groan.
“Damn,” she says as I lower her to the ground. “We do have a few wedding questions for you.”
“Are we doing a taco bar?”
“Yes, we’re doing a taco bar. With like a million options.” She grins and winks at me. A taco bar was my only request.
“I swear to god, you two better not be naked,” Lil yells again, this time closer.
“Let’s put her out of her misery. You hungry, baby?”
“Yeah, but not for dinner,” she says over her shoulder. My eyes drop as she struts toward the door. God damn. I cannot get enough of that juicy ass.
“Minx.”
I follow Ari out of my room, but Lil stops me in the hallway.
“Luca, have you asked anyone to be your best man?”
“No.” I don’t have anyone to ask. I get along with the guys on the crew but I’m not particularly close to any of them other than Parker, and we’re not in best man territory. When it comes right down to it, I think Lil’s my best friend other than Ariana.
“Let me do it. Let me be maid of honor and best man because you’re both my best friends.”
“How would that work?” Admittedly, I haven’t been to a lot of weddings, but I’ve never heard of one person taking on both roles.
“Don’t worry about that, just please let me do it.”
I like the idea, but don’t know how she could pull it off. “What’d Ariana say?” I ask, assuming they’ve already discussed it.
