Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 88143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
“You need to go,” I tell him, not letting go of him or even moving away from him. “If they find you in here—”
“Then they find me in here,” he says, and I just smile and close my eyes, basking in his arms. I wish I could say that we didn’t adapt well to living with each other. I wish I could tell you that the spark that you have at the beginning had dwindled down. I wish I could tell you that after over a year together, it was just same old, same old, but it wasn’t. It’s so much more. I have a connection with him that I didn’t know I could have except with Zoe.
“Oh, my God.” I hear Zoe shrieking from the doorway. “I thought we told you not to be here.”
Instead of him feeling guilty, he just looks at her. “Don’t you knock?”
“I knock when I know you are home,” she tells him, folding her arms over her chest. “I don’t knock when I’m sleeping right down the hall, and you aren’t supposed to be here.”
“I live here,” he says to her, trying to hide his smile. Zoe and he have a special bond, a bond that was so important for me. A bond I didn’t even know I wanted them to have. They both have my best interests at heart, they both team up when they know it’s good for me, and they both really just love each other.
“I’m sure you could be without her for twenty-four hours, Evan.” She shakes her head. “I’m not going to tell anyone you are here.” She turns to walk out of the room. “But I won’t deny it either.” She closes the door.
“We should get up.” I look over at the clock, seeing it’s almost eight. “The hair and makeup people are going to be here at eight thirty.”
“Fine,” he finally says and rolls away from me, getting out of the bed and putting on his shorts that were right next to his side of the bed. And a soft knock on the door makes me look at him and smile.
“Come in,” I say. I’m shocked when both of our mothers walk in the room. As soon as they see Evan, their smiles slide off their faces.
“I told you it’s bad luck,” his mother shouts at him. “I put your father in charge of you.”
“Mom,” he says, and my mother just rolls her lips. “I know what you told me, but I’m not going to spend the night without Zara just because of an old wives’ tale.”
Jackie turns to my mother who just shrugs her shoulders. “I’m just happy he didn’t throw her over his shoulder and elope.”
“Will I ever live that down?” Allison says from the hallway.
“No,” Karrie says from beside her, and they both walk into the room. “Isn’t this a shocker?”
“Well, I see someone glowing this morning,” Allison teases me, and I put my hands to my cheeks.
“Where is he?” I hear Matthew shout from downstairs and then hear him running up the steps. Evan tosses me his shirt to replace the cover. I slip it on, looking up at the mothers who look at each other and then see Allison and Karrie now trying not to laugh. “Dude, seriously, we left you at eleven, and you had strict orders to go to bed.”
“And I did,” Evan says. “I just did it in my own bed.”
“Where is Zoe?” Matthew asks, and she walks into the room with a mimosa followed by Vivienne.
“I am right here,” she says, walking to the bed and handing me the mimosa. “Why is this my fault?”
“You were supposed to make sure he didn’t come in here,” Matthew tells her, putting his hands on his hips.
“Well, it looks like someone shouldn’t be wearing white today,” Vivienne says, holding up her drink and smiling.
“Is he here?” I hear my father yelling, and then I look at Evan who I swear doesn’t even bat an eyelash at having our whole family standing in our bedroom. “Son,” my father says, poking his head into the room and then spotting my mother. He smiles at her and kisses her. “You can’t be here.”
“I can be here,” Evan says. “One, I own the house, and two, she’s here.” He points at me. “And where she is, so am I.”
“Well, I can’t argue with that logic,” my father says, and Matthew just nods.
“Now that we have that settled,” Evan says, leaning down and kissing me. “I love you.” He walks to the now crowd of people at the entrance to our bedroom. He kisses his mother and then mine on the cheek and then walks out without a shirt because I’m wearing it.
“You get up and wash yourself,” Allison says. “We are going to be downstairs getting our drink on.”