She raises up on her tiptoes and loops her arms around myneck. “When I find something that scares me, I try to just throw myself at it. Because beating it feels so much better than the fear.”
God, this girl.
“Then I’ll always be there to watch you do something wild like jump off a cliff, even if it feels like a punch in my fucking guts.”
“And that’s one of the reasons I’m marrying you. Now get me out of these cum panties and fuck me in the shower like you hate me.”
Chapter 67
Remember, I brought two bags of stuff with me
Luca
Friday morning, I wake up naked in my own bed, holding my naked girl. It’s the first time Lil didn’t come get us in the middle of the night. I nuzzle Ariana until she stirs awake. “Baby, I’m going to go hit the gym. Do you want me to move you to Lil’s room?”
“No, I’ll be okay. And if not, I’ll move myself.”
I kiss her head. “Go back to sleep for a little bit. I love you.”
“Love you,” she mumbles, already on her way back to sleep.
I grab a pair of boxers, and a tiny fake frog falls out onto the floor.
“What the fuck?”
Giggling drifts into the closet from the bed. This is what I’m marrying. Groaning, I call out, “Just how many of these fuckers can I expect to find?”
“I bought three hundred.”
“Jesus Christ,” I mutter, pulling my boxers on. “Such a fucking brat.”
She giggles again, the sound light and happy. The way she makes my heart feel.
God, I love that fucking agent of chaos. She’s a pain in my ass, but I love her more than anything. I toss the damn frog on top of the island and head downstairs.
I stop by the kitchen for my protein drink a couple of hours later, another frog in my pocket I found under a hand weight, and hear Ariana’s voice coming from the pantry. “Just give us a list, Becks. We’ll go to the store for the stuff.”
“What stuff?” I ask.
Ariana bounds out of the pantry and into my arms even though I’m sweaty again. I think she likes me a little funky. “Dinner stuff and breakfast stuff. Literally, all of us forgot about dinner tonight, and Becca promised to make us caramel banana pancakes in the morning but we don’t have any bananas. Wedding day breakfast is very important.”
She looks at me with those pouty lips and big puppy dog eyes. Sighing, I put her on her feet. “Alright. Give me twenty minutes so I can shower and get the security teams in place while you drink your coffee.”
She smiles brightly and kisses me. “Thanks, Beefcake.”
“Sucker,” Lil snickers from a stool. I flip her off without looking at her as I nibble Ariana’s bottom lip.
Upstairs, there’s pink lipstick on our bathroom mirror:
I fucking love you.
<3 Ariana
Yes, this is what I’m marrying. My person. I snap a picture of it with my phone before starting the water.
Twenty-three minutes later, I’m back in the kitchen watching Ari drain the last of what’s probably not the same cup of coffee she had when I left.
“What took you so long?” she asks innocently,batting her eyelashes at me as if she didn’t clog the cap of my shampoo bottle with a fucking frog. “We’ve been ready to go for ages.”
