Why is your location turned off?
Are you up to something?
Mom wants to know where you are. She says she’s been texting all morning and you’re not answering. She wants to know if you can put her in contact with some of the donors so she can send thank-you notes.
Ok, Jord. Now I’m starting to get worried. Why aren’t you answering?
Jordan
Everything is fine. I’m alive. I ran off to Maui with Libby Bennet. I’ll tell you about it tonight.
Baylee
Funny.
Jordan
*Sendspicture of the beach*
Baylee
Whut.
JORDAN ATKINSON WHAT IS GOING ON?
Jordan
Chill, Baylee.
Trust me, everything is fine. Don’t tell Mom. I’ll explain everything later. Promise.
Baylee
You’ll explain everything right now.
Jordan.
Jordan.
JORDAN.
I cringe at the sheer amount of buzzing going on in my pocket. I trust Baylee won’t tell Mom anything, but based on the number of texts I’m getting, she’s going to be very angry when I finally call her to tell her I eloped with Libby.
Someone strikes up a soft melody on a violin, and I look up to see Libby walking in the sand toward me and the officiant. We’re waiting for her under a beachwood arch draped in white material and a few pink flowers. It’s simple but beautiful.
I force myself not to think about how much Baylee is freaking out or what my mom’s going to say when she finds out about this, and watch Libby move toward me.
Floating would really be the right word.
She’s so gorgeous, but it’s not just that. For all her doubts about this plan, there’s an inner strength that radiates from her. Every time I’ve touched her, it’s been a huge exercise in self-control not to take it one more step—a real kiss on the plane instead of that bare brush of lips, folding her into my arms while she slept instead of keeping just an arm around her, taking control earlier and showing her a real kiss, especially since our practice efforts were borderingon comical. Libby’s determination is irresistible. It might be her strict displays of affection rules, making her forbidden, that has me wanting to push boundaries, but I think I like her. Really like her.
Is it too late to ask her on a date now that we’re about to get married?
She’s wearing a long, white linen beach dress with loose sleeves and a deep neckline. She’s breathtaking. Her social media following is going to go crazy over the pictures we’ll release of this next week. I mean, they’re already going nuts over the bare hints that there might be something between us. They speculate about everything.
Libby’s hair is pulled into a loose bun at the nape of her neck, with a couple long curls framing her face. She’s holding a simple bouquet of lilies, and the slight smile on her lips as she stares at me is almost believable.
I can see in her eyes that she’s freaking out a little.
