Page 46 of The Final Game
I lift my arms, wrapping them around his neck. “Just kiss me already,” I tease.
He lets out a laugh before leaning down and finding my lips, kissing me in a way I can feel down to my toes, my skin shivering with each lingering moment of his lips on mine. My hands find their way into his hair, gripping the strands as I move his head, deepening the kiss. It still feels like our first. Every single kiss we share feels like my heart is going to erupt the moment his lips land on mine.
But when a knock hits the door, we pull apart, heavy breaths leaving our lips as I stare down at him, his eyes covered with a white fluffy dressing gown tie.
“Gabi,” Madi says, on the other side of the door. “We need to go.”
Chris lets out a hard breath, his hand slowly making its way up my body until he cups my face, leaning down for another kiss. “I’ll see you out there,” he says. “Okay?”
My lips turn into a smirk as I let out a laugh. “If I don’t run first.”
He grips my waist, a low rough noise leaving his throat. “Don’t even play about that,” he pleads, shaking his head. “My heart’s beating so fucking fast.”
“I’ll never leave you,” I promise, holding his face in my hands before I lean down and kiss him one more time. “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted.”
“Fuck,” he breathes out, dropping his head. “Please… just get out there so you can marry me already.”
I let out a laugh against his lips. “I love you.”
“I love you, pretty girl,” he murmurs. “I can’t fucking wait to call you my wife.”
I reluctantly let my hands fall from him, and watch as he turns around, rips the blindfold off, and leaves the room, Jane, my sister walking in a second later.
“Are you ready to go?” she asks, nervously.
I let out a breath, squaring my shoulders. “Yes.”
She tilts her head, examining me. “Are you sure?”
My brows furrow in amusement. “Do you not want me to be or…”
“I was just making sure,” she says with a shrug. “I was really nervous on my wedding day,” she admits, smiling at thereminder.
“Really?” My brows dip. I guess I was a little concerned with everything happening with Chris, I didn’t really notice my sister being nervous. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her be nervous. Controlling, demanding, bossy, yes. But nervous? She wasn’t even nervous when our father kicked her out after she came out. She kept sane, and calm, and told me it was all going to be okay as I was bawling my eyes out.
“Of course I was,” she admits. “But I’m your big sister. I’m never going to show you my weaknesses,” she says, assertively.
I shake my head. “You were never weak,” I tell her. “I always looked up to you.”
She smiles, which turns into a knowing smirk. “I called it, by the way. I knew some day you two would end up together.”
I breathe out a laugh. That’s my sister. Always has to be right about everything. “Yeah, I know,” I say, remembering all the times she’d say something about us being together. I used to shut her down back when I hadn’t realized my feelings for him, but my sister knew before I did.
“I feel like I’m owed some kind of compensation for it,” she says, arching a brow.
A laugh bubbles out of me. “How about you just watch me walk down the aisle to marry my best friend and we’ll call it even?”
She sighs. “I guess.” We share a smile, and she reaches out to fix my veil, making sure it’s perfectly placed. “You look really beautiful, Gabi. Mom would have been so proud of the womanyou’ve become.”
My lips wobbles at the reminder of my mom, and this time, a tear does fall down my cheek. I remember her telling us about her wedding, and how she couldn’t wait to see us, but she’s not here. She won’t see me getting married. She won’t see me grow up. She’ll never meet my children.
“No crying,” my sister says, her own eyes full of tears as she wipes my cheek. “We need to go.”
I sniff back the tears, and wrap my arm around my sister as we push through the doors.
Chapter 20
I’m going to throw up.