"I promise I’ll have it back to you in a couple of days, in this exact condition.” Repeating my words, she’s being sarcastic, but I’m too tired to care. I just want to curl up next to my boyfriend on the couch, watch a rom com, eat some popcorn, and settle into our home.
"Whatever you say. Now, I mean this in the nicest way possible. Please get out of my apartment.”
"Okay, okay, I’m going. But wait, I need shoes too.”
"Take what you need, Liz, then get the hell out.” I hear her manic laughter erupt from my bedroom while she loads her arms with whatever she can carry before hurrying out, slamming the door behind her.
Sighing, I make my way to the couch, where Harley is waiting with two freshly poured glasses of Wingrove Estate’s newest wine sample, popcorn, chocolate, and ice cream.
"What are we watching?” I ask as I nuzzle my head in the crook of his neck.
"I’ll let you pick.”
His thumb rests under my chin, lifting my lips to meet his and I’vebriefly lost all train of thought.
"You’re going to regret letting me pick. My favorite romance book just got turned into a movie.” I chuckle as I reach for the remote.
"What’s it about?” he asks, trying to sound interested, even though romance movies are not his thing. He would much rather be watching John Wick or something.
"A super hot hockey player.” I wiggle my brows and he nudges me with his shoulder before wrapping his arms around me."What? Hockey is my favorite sport to read about, after all. The romance, the spice, the sexy men.” Groaning loudly, I know the more I go on about it, the more frustrated he’s going to get, but I can’t help myself. "Hockey players are hot.” I squirm out of his arms to lunge for the remote, but he’s quicker, turning it off before crashing his lips down on mine, shutting me up.
"Fuck hockey,” he grunts at me, and I happily give in to the temptation that is Harley Wingrove.
Epilogue
5 Months Later
Harley
Me:Is everything ready to go?
Olive: yep, all set.
Lizzie:we’re here waiting for you both.
Jenna: I’m so fucking excited
Bea: Me. Too!
Lizzie:I can’t wait to see her!
Jenna:she’s going to look so beautiful
Lizzie: I hope everything fits properly
Bea:I’m sure it will!
Me: Thanks, Olive.
Jenna: Did he just ignore the rest of us orrrr?
Lizzie: Rude!
Me: Olive was the only one who answered my question. Aren’t you girls all in another group chat you can talk in or something?
Tucking my phone away into my pocket, I take in the beautiful girl who stands in front of me, and I can’t help but stare in disbelief that she's my reality.Her long, brown hair hangs down her back in waves, with her face bare, showing the soft freckles across her nose that I love, her eyes covered by a white blindfold. "Where are we going?” she repeats for the fourth time, her voice getting more and more agitated with each ask.
I can’t say I blame her, though. My response has always been, "Patience, Herring”, which frustrates her more.
