Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24717 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 124(@200wpm)___ 99(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24717 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 124(@200wpm)___ 99(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Nate was perfect. The words he said spoke to my soul and drew me in like never before. He’s always been my other half, my partner, and best friend, but as he poured his heart out to me, he became so much more. He’s my fiancée and one day will be my husband.
I can’t wait to take this next step with him. It’s going to be a journey that I’ll never forget. Never take for granted.
It’s amazing to see just how far we’ve come. His words reminded me of that. How this all started when we were twelve years old. That was nearly fourteen years ago. We’ve climbed a freaking mountain together and come down the other side the strongest and best possible versions of ourselves.
I reach the door and pull it open before standing in shock, watching a grin take over my best friend’s face. “What the hell are you doing here?” I gasp as Brooke throws herself forward and wraps her arms around me.
“Surprise,” she calls.
“What do you mean surprise?” I laugh as the force of her hug throws us both back into the room.
“Nate called and I’m here to have a girls’ day with you.”
“What?” I grunt pulling out of her arms. I step out of the room and look up and down the hall. Where the hell is he? “What do you mean we’re having a girls’ day? Where’s Nate? He was just out here making a call.”
“He’s long gone, sweet cheeks. It’s all part of his plan. We’re supposed to go down to the spa, get ourselves pampered, have a few glasses of champagne, get our nails done, and have a massage. All that kind of shit and it’s on him. He’s already paid for it.”
“What?” I shriek. “Are you serious?”
“Uh huh,” she grins. “Like I said, surprise!”
“Geez,” I laugh, falling in love with him all over again. “That douche. He knows I hate surprises.”
“Kind of like the surprise he gave you last night?” she questions, looking around me at the room filled with flowers, lights, and balloons.
“Yes,” I squeal, excitedly. “How could you not tell me?”
“I’m sorry,” she laughs. “He made me swear an oath to lick Maxen’s butthole if I told.”
“Ewwww,” I groan, scrunching my face up in disgust. “I swear, sometimes the shit that comes out of his mouth is so foul, it makes me sick.”
“Yeah, well you should have heard what Jesse threatened me with if I was to tell.”
I scrunch my face up more. “Do I even want to know?”
“No,” she says, shaking her, looking like the thought could make her hurl. “You really don’t.”
I can’t help but laugh. It’s been seven years since high school and while the boys have both matured and grown into upstanding men of the community, they’re both still the most immature morons I’ve ever met, and I freaking love them so much.
“So…” Brooke says slowly. “I’m assuming that because you’re not curled up in a ball, freaking out, you said yes?”
I press my lips together as I try my hardest not to smile so damn hard. I nod my head and the rising apples of my cheeks squish my eyes into slits. “I did.”
Brooke squeals and absolutely loses her shit. She grabs me and before we know it, we start jumping up and down, celebrating one of the happiest occurrences of my life. I mean, right now, I have it all. Life has never been so damn good, and now to find my fiancé has organized a girls’ day for me just makes it so much better.
As we’re busy jumping up and down, another knock sounds at the door. I hurry over and pull it open, hoping it’s Nate so I can kick his butt for keeping another secret, but it’s all the girls with bottle upon bottle of champagne.
They come on in and before I know it, bottles are popped and music is blasting. Elle starts dancing around the room as Courtney and Brylee ‘ooh’ and ‘aah’ over the flowers and ‘Marry Me’ letters.
Kaylah flops down on the couch, already exhausted as she struggles to keep up with her bulging stomach and suggests we hurry up and get our asses down to the spa for a full body massage.
Not one of us can see a fault with that and within the space of ten minutes, we’re all standing in the spa in silk robes waiting for one hell of a good rub down as we continue sipping on our champagne.
Our tables get set up in a circle so we can all look and talk to each other during our massage and I have to compliment the spa, they’re doing great to accommodate to our large group. Places like this usually would only do two or three people in the one room when requested. I can’t say I’ve ever heard of a spa allowing a group of six to get massaged all at once.