Page 150 of Wedlocked

The bottles clinked, and we both took a drink as the carriage pulled away from the chalet. It started to snow slowly, fat white flakes fluttering lazily from the sky.

“By the way, we leave tomorrow for our honeymoon.”

“What?”

I hummed, leaning in to nuzzle her cheek. “You’re going to look so good stretched out in the sand.”

“You booked us a honeymoon at the beach?”

The beach, she says. I smiled. “Hawaii.”

“What?”

“You’re gonna scare the horse,” I scolded. I wasn’t mad, though. My final girl was cute as hell sitting there all in white with snow in her hair, acting like she wasn’t excited about Hawaii.

I knew better. Mmhmmm.

“Benjamin Hayes Kruger, what makes you think you can just book us a trip to Hawaii without consulting me?”

I tilted my head. “Probably because your name is now Jessica May Kruger.”

She grabbed my face, squishing my cheeks together. I made a sound, but it was more like a flub.

“Exactly. You have a wife now. You can’t just do whatever you want.”

I moved my lips like I was a fish.

Oh, I kinda was.

Funny even when I’m not trying. I looked good in a bowtie too.

Giggling, she let me go. “Do you have something to say?”

“I love you.”

She sighed. “I love you too.”

“You gonna love me when we’re in Hawaii?”

She groaned. “Will we be home in time for Christmas?”

“Of course.”

“Then yes, I’ll love you in Hawaii.”

Score.

“Come over here and kiss your husband,” I said, pulling her closer.

She leaned in and kissed my cheek, jaw, and neck. Pulling back, she pressed a kiss to my shoulder and the lapel of my jacket.

“That’s a good look on you,” she told me.

“What is?” I asked, glancing down at the pink lip prints contrasting the black fabric.

“Me.”

I tackled her back into the seat, both of us getting lost in the blankets and the skirt of her gown. “You ever have secret sex in the back of a horse-drawn carriage?” I whispered.