Page 45 of The Final Game
She furrows her brows slightly, clearly worried. “Of course,” she says. “Anything.”
“I want to see Chris.”
Her brows shoot up. “Right now?”
I nod, keeping my eyes on hers.
“Are you okay?” she asks, her eyes scanning my body. “Is it—”
“No,” I say with a shake of my head. “I just really need to see him right now.”
I notice her features tightening, but then she nods. “Okay. I’ll see what I can do.”
I watch as she walks out, closing the door behind her until I’m left alone. I breathe out a hard sigh, glancing at the mirror again.
But when a knock hits the door, I snap my head toward it. “Gabi?”
“Chris,” I murmur, my shoulders falling as I hear his voice through the wooden door.
“I really want to come in, but I don’t want to see your dress,” he says which makes me smile.
I’m not really one for superstitions. Besides, we got a matching tattoo early on in our relationship, which is considered a bad omen, and we’re still going strong. But I can tell he really cares about this.
“You can turn around,” I tell him, my lips curling into a smile.
“Okay,” I hear him say, watching as the door opens and he walks inside, backward. My smile widens when I glance at the back of his head as he breathes out, gripping his hair. “Are you okay?” he asks. “Please don’t tell me you’re having second thoughts.”
“No,” I affirm, walking toward him. “Never.”
“Then why…” His words trail off when I reach for his hand, and he intertwines out fingers together, letting out a relieved sigh.
“I was just … feeling a little nervous,” I tell him, and Chris squeezes my hand in his. “I just needed you.”
“I need you too, pretty girl,” Chris breathes out. “So fucking much.” He lifts my hand to his lips, and presses a kiss against my knuckles. “Do you still want this? Do you still want to marry me?” he asks, his voice low, uncertain, like he’s worried I’ll say no. My heart aches for the love I have for this man, and the fact that he’d give me anything I wanted, even if I did want to call this whole thing off.
I wrap my arms around him, placing my forehead against his back. “More than anything.”
I feel his shoulders slump with relief before he kisses my hand again. “Me too, baby. I can’t wait to see you walk down that aisle.”
I chuckle, lifting my head to look up at the back of his head. “Are you going to cry?” I ask him.
His shoulders shake with a laugh. “Probably.”
A groan escapes me. “You know that if you cry, then I’ll cry, and then I’ll ruin my makeup.”
He chuckles again. “You’ll still be the most beautiful girl in the world.”
My lips curve into a smile as I sigh. “I’ll look like a racoon, Chris. I don’t think you’d want to marry a racoon.”
“You’d be a beautiful racoon,” he says, which makes me roll my eyes. “And you already know I’d marry you no matterwhat you look like Gabi.” He groans, shaking his head. “Fuck, I just want to kiss you right now.”
I squeeze my eyes closed. “Me too.” I don’t want to wait until we get out there. I want to kiss him right now. I want to feel him. I just wanthim. “Wait,” I say, snapping my eyes open and untangling myself from him. “I have an idea.”
I head toward the vanity area, and grab my dressing gown tie, before I walk back toward Chris. Being a whole seven inches shorter than him, isn’t going to make this easy, but I lift onto my tip-toes to reach the tie around his eyes, and tie it at the back of his head.
“There,” I say, once I’ve tied off the makeshift blindfold. “You can turn around now.”
He slowly turns around, reaching for me. As soon as his hands find my waist, he melts, gripping my body in his hands. “Fuck, baby.”