Page 103 of Perfect Guy
Madelyn
I’vebeenemotionalall day. Watching my older brother get married was amazing. Seeing the love he and Hallie share gives me hope that others can experience that. Levi and Camille are happy in love, finally talking about living together. My brothers have found love, and I’m so happy for them.
I dab the corners of my eyes and take a deep breath. Geez, I’m overly emotional. I need a drink. While I debate if I can sneak off and steal a glass of champagne while I wait for it to be my turn for pictures, I feel an arm wrap around me.
“Holy…” I jolt.
A deep chuckle tickles the back of my neck. I sigh, shaking my head, and turn to face my love.
“You scared the crap out of me.” My attempt to chastise him is weak when I see his full smile.
“That was the point.” Canaan winks.
Watching him read the scripture at the ceremony today was heartwarming. When he wasn’t looking down at his paper, he was looking at me. Not at Hallie and Wilder while he spoke about commitment and love. At me. And I couldn’t look away.
The past few days have been intensely emotional. After going to Canaan’s house with the coconut roll cake, I spent as much free time as I could with him. I’ve been able to support him through his sleepless nights, talk things through, and help him sort his emotions without shame. It’s been a learning experience for both of us and something I think has made us stronger and more united.
It should’ve been like this from the beginning, but I’ve promised myself and Canaan that I won’t look at the past with regret. We went through a rough time, but we’re together now.
“Still not our turn for pictures?” Canaan looks at where Hallie and Wilder stand with my parents, taking a ton of photos. Then with Hallie’s parents as well.
“It might be a while,” I look up at him, shifting on my feet. “And those plastic heel things are not doing their job.” Hallie got us all plastic heel covers so they wouldn’t dig into the ground. I’m still sinking, though.
“Come on.” Canaan reaches for my hand as he whispers.
“Where?” I lift my brows.
“Trust me.”
My smile matches his as I follow him, discreetly moving away from our families. We head to the huge tented station where the caterer is set up. Canaan slips inside.
“What are you doing?” I whisper-yell, not wanting to draw attention to ourselves though it’s pretty obvious we don’t belong in here.
“Shh…” He walks with confident strides further into the tent.
Servers are plating hors d′œuvres on platters and adding them to trays. The entire space is buzzing and fast-paced. It’s a stressful environment, actually.
“Ah…here we go.” Canaan reaches for two glasses of champagne that are sitting on a tray. He hands me one and smirks.
“You’re bad.” I shake my head.
“Adventurous, daring, unafraid… I’m only bad when it counts.” He winks, and my insides heat.
We haven’t been able to do anything physically, but Canaan’s made it a point to rile me up with his words. When he finally gets the okay to have sex, I’m going to orgasm with a single touch.
I take a sip of the bubbly and sigh. “How did you know I needed this?” I look up at him.
“I know you,” he shrugs. “Now, let’s get out of here before they put us to work.” We sneak out of the tent just as fast as we snuck in.
“You look beautiful.” He stops a few steps outside, turning to face me.
“You’ve told me three times already,” I tease.
“I’ll tell you again and again and again. I’ll never stop.” He leans in to brush his lips with mine.
I smile against his lips.
“You look handsome.” I run my fingers along the lapels on his suit. “You clean up nice, Mr. Collins.”