Page 47 of The Final Game

It’s stupid when I think about it. There’s no logical reason to be nervous. I’m about to marry my best friend. I’ve wanted this to happen since I was fifteen and gave her my hoodie for the first time. Gabi wearing something of mine on her made me want to give hereverythingthat’s mine. My clothes, my heart, my last name.

And now it’s about to happen.

And yet my hands are shaking, and my brows are sweating. I didn’t even know brows could sweat.

Fuck.

I turn my head when I feel a hand on my shoulder and meet Grayson’s eyes. “Calm down, man. I can see you shake,” he says with a hint of a smirk.

I nod, turning my head back to the entrance and try to calm down. My eyes meet my mom’s as she smiles warmly at me, her husband sits beside her. Out family, and friends are all gathered here, for us, for me. And they’re all looking right at me.

Christ. I run a hand through my hair as my tongue darts out, running along my lips, still tasting her sweet strawberry lip gloss. I almost want to reach my hand up and trace where her lips last were. That’s my last kiss with my girlfriend. The next time I kiss her, she’s going to be my wife.

The smile on my face slips, and panic settles over my body when I hear the music start as everyone stands from the white chairs with round gold borders Gabi and I picked out months ago.

Fuck. It’s happening.

I shake my hands, glad that everyone is looking toward the door instead of at me. I’m not really a big people person, and standing up here, while everyone’s eyes are on me makes me fucking twitch.

I just want my girl here.

I’m always okay when she’s with me.

I shake my hands, blowing out a hard breath as I look toward the entrance of the venue, anticipating seeing her for the first time. Being in a blindfold nearly killed me when I finally turned around and felt her in that dress. All I wanted to do was see it, but damn if I was going to take any chances of bad luck for us.

I want all the luck and chances in the world when it comes to her. I never, in a million years, would have thought I’d be standing here with my best friend, the love of my life, about to marry her, ten years ago. And every day I pinch myself that it’s real. That she’s with me. That we’re finally together.

So, hell no. I’m not taking any chances.

Rosie steps out, walking down the pathway, wearing a long muted pink dress, in a soft silk material, holding a bouquet of pink flowers. I turn my head, seeing Grayson watching her in awe. His smile is so wide, so bright, it catches me off guard. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him smile like that in the years that I’ve known him. I have no doubt that he’sthinking about what his own wedding will be like. What seeing Rosie in her wedding dress will feel like.

Rosie walks toward the left side, opposite us, as Leila walks out in a matching dress and bouquet, her eyes locked onto Aiden’s. I don’t even have to look to know his eyes are on her, too. They’re always on her. I watch as her face lights up with a smile before she stands behind Rosie.

Madeline is next to walk out in the same dress and bouquet, and I’ve got to give her props for this whole thing. She’s the reason this wedding is as beautiful as it is. I promised Gabi I’d always give her exactly what she wanted, and that included her dream wedding. I don’t even know how many texts Madi received from Gabi over the last year about this wedding, but I’ve got to thank her for putting up with all of it, because it turned out so fucking great. It’s perfect.

Madeline takes her place behind Leila, and my body tenses up. My bones freeze, my blood stops pumping and the heart beating in my chest comes to a halt.

And then I see her.

Holy fuck.

I feel the blood slowly pumping back into my veins as my heart bangs against my chest, beating back to life when she rounds the corner, and lifts her head.

Her blue eyes are immediately lock onto mine, and… fuck.

I told her I wouldn’t cry, but there’s nothing I can do to stop the tears falling down my face as I watch my best friend walking down the aisle toward me, taking step by step on top of the pink petals scattered on the ground.

I can see her sister guiding her from the corner of my eye, but I can’t seem to look at anyone but Gabi. It’s been like that since I was twelve, unable to understand why my heart would beat extra fast whenever she was around.

It’s hard to look at anywhere but those gorgeous glassy blue eyes, but fuck. That dress. I can’t help but look at the dress on her body. It’s been such a mystery to me. Gabi kept teasing me, telling me I’d go crazy when I saw it, and holy shit, she was right.

I reach up, wiping a hand over my mouth as I watch her gorgeous white dress wrapped tightly around her body, and flow outward beautifully, covered in lace flower details. The neckline is teasing and fucking mouthwatering as her tits poke out of the strapless dress, curving slightly in the middle. Her hair is curled around her face, and a simple white veil flows behind her back.

Jesus.

Rosie fucking killed it at the design of the dress.

Gabi has always been beautiful. But today, she looks regal, angelic.