Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 37270 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 186(@200wpm)___ 149(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37270 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 186(@200wpm)___ 149(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
I dunno if it’s pegged with Melissa that we’re in the bridal suite yet. Apart from being the only luxury suite I could snag on short notice, it was the perfect omen that following my heart with Melissa is the only way to do it.
Closing the bedroom doors almost all the way gives me plenty of cover to make all the arrangements. I order our dinner to be sent up at a specific time. There are flowers, of course, more candles, and most importantly, a change of clothes for me to wear for tonight.
I call the boutique’s after-hours number, and they’re happy to drop off some of the clothes she chose earlier and her original outfit in case she feels like slumming around in her regulars. I get that. I got a pair of sweats that are literally falling apart, but I’d never throw them out. They’re just the right kinda comfy.
Then, of course, there’s the ring. I had to do something once I noticed the box on the floor. Having slipped out of my pants as I was racing to undress, I quickly concealed it in my palm as I stepped back into my jocks. Not something I’d planned on doing for a while, but so far, so good. Everything is going according to plan.
What if she—?
No! No! No! No! Don’t even think about it, Mark.
She’ll say yes, and you know she will. Then tomorrow, you can tell Steve where to go, carry her off into the sunset, and live happily ever after.
Now, what’s wrong with that idea?
Once everything’s in place, I make my way back to the bathroom, noting the silence the closer I get. The smile on Melissa’s face is priceless. It practically makes my chest split open because I know, I just know she’s figured out what I’m up to. At least, I hope she has. It makes it a bit easier because I still have no idea how to ask the most important question of my life.
If she’s smiling, it’s because she likes the idea. Right? It means she’ll say yes.
I strip down to nothing again and slide into the tub, commenting on the perfect temperature the water stays at. A smart bath… Who would’ve guessed there was such a thing?
She studies me in silence, but the smile on her features doesn’t fade. Although it could be the steaming water or the even steamier afternoon we spent in bed, I could swear she was flushing for a different reason.
“Dinner won’t be too long,” I tell her, trying for casual, squirming a bit when she stays quiet, only crimping her mouth into a smile as she nods.
“I had some clothes sent over, and I’ve laid out a dress for you,” I add, wondering if this is how it will be from now on or if it’s just her way of playing along—something I’m sure we’ll laugh about when we’re old. About how stupid and awkward I became the night I proposed.
“Dry me off?” Melissa asks, making my expression shift.
I just got in the tub.
“As long as I can dry your front last,” I croon, not wanting to spoil the playful mood she’s enjoying at my expense.
“Very funny,” she comments, and I move swiftly to help her safely out of the bath, wrapping her in one of the huge hotel towels before hugging her close.
“I’m really enjoying today,” she mews, and I kiss the top of her head, both of us feeling an extra attraction for the other. The permanent, wanna do this kinda thing, together all day, every day, kinda attraction—the kind of things a man and his wife might do.
“I guess I should change too,” I mumble, looking down at my nakedness, the constant surfboard-sized dick of mine standing firm to attention whenever I’m this close to her. It’s still something I notice her eyes darting at every chance they get.
“Hungry yet?” I ask her.
“Starved,” she lies, but I know what she’s really hungry for because so am I.
I can’t wait to ask her, but being a gentleman, it’s only fitting that we do the civilized thing and have dinner first, especially after acting like a pair of wild animals all afternoon.
Keeping with the theme of not seeing the bride before the wedding, kinda practicing for it, I change into a new suit in another bedroom of our suite, leaving Melissa to ready herself.
The hotel sent up a bunch of stuff, too. Gift basket-type arrangements filled with all the stuff girls like to swoon over. Creams and lotions. I can’t help but feel Melissa’s just as nervous as I am, and if her answer is no, then I don’t want her feeling pressured to say otherwise.
Dinner arrives on the dot, and the expert hotel staff is in and out like a breeze. I’m straightening a few things here and there on the table, dimming the lights, when she appears in the doorway from our bedroom.