That Wedding: Chapter 66
You know your wedding was a success when …
You got married.
All the parents show up at your farewell brunch, wearing the matching black plastic sunglasses from the hangover kits you handed out.
Most of your groomsmen are still wearing their tuxedos and are still tipsy because they have yet to stop partying.
Your sweet sorority sister is doing what appears to be the walk of shame.
Granted, Chelsea isn’t still wearing last night’s dress and clutching her heels and her underwear, but she and Joey both arrive fashionably late at the exact same time. They’re grinning at each other in that naughty, inside-joke kind of way. And, knowing Joey, he was very naughty.
The YouTube video of a certain young quarterback doing the Stanky Leg at your reception already has over 87,000 views.
Our XXX honeymoon.
I knew we were going somewhere warm, but I had no idea Phillip’s parents would splurge like this on our honeymoon. Talk about a gift we’ll never forget. We’re at a gorgeous, luxury resort in the Bahamas where we have an amazing beachfront suite.
I guess he wasn’t lying when he said that me in nothing but a bikini all week sounded like his idea of heaven.
We just got back to our room from our quick tour of the resort.
Phillip says, “So, this isn’t really a love letter, but it’s my lame attempt to tell you all the things I love about you. Remember I told you about the pros and cons list I made? I wrote it the night before I told you I wanted to go out with you for real.”
“So, I finally get to read it?”
Phillip nods and hands me the paper. “Yeah, provided you promise not to laugh at me.”
I read the list. “Phillip, are you serious? You like all the bad things about me. All my flaws. Like how I always think I’m right, how I’m stubborn, how I blurt out stupid things before I think.”
He pulls me into his arms. “Yeah, those are the things I love the most. I love you, Jadyn James Mackenzie.”
“Oh, wow. That sounds beautiful when you say it.”
Phillip grabs the present Danny and Lori sent with us and sets it on the bed. “We were given strict orders to open this as soon as we got here.”
I ignore the box and put my hand down Phillip’s pants. I’m not feeling the need to be particularly subtle right now.
Phillip moans, “Our XXX honeymoon.”
“Well, if you’re a good boy.”
“I’m a very good boy.”
“Yes, I already know exactly how good you are, but, you know, it’s our honeymoon; you’re maybe gonna have to step it up a notch.”
“I think I can handle that. So, open the box.”
I take the lid off, and we both go, “Holy shit!”
Because inside is, um, I don’t even know if I want to know all that’s inside this box. There are all sorts of XXX-type goodies.
“No wonder the guys in airport security were laughing at us!” I scream.
“I think we’re gonna have fun on our honeymoon,” Phillip says. He’s wearing his own version of a Devil Danny grin.
“I think our honeymoon is gonna be like Naughty Dream Week on steroids.”
Phillip paws through the box. “Hey, what’s here, at the bottom?”
I look at the sweet sign he’s pulled out of the box. “I think that is Lori’s contribution. Don’t you love how she cutified our XXX honeymoon?”
Phillip tickles my sides. “Cutified? I’m pretty sure that’s not a word.”
“Well, it should be. It means, she made it all cute.”
“I think Lori just gave us the best marriage advice of all. Our marriage should be full of hugs and kisses with a lot of XXX thrown in to make it fun.”
I put the hotel’s Do Not Disturb sign on the outside of our door because I don’t want anyone to take Lori’s, and then I put the one she made on the inside. It’s definitely coming home with us.
I walk back toward Phillip, shedding my clothes along the way.
“I think we’d better get this honeymoon started, Phillip.”
“Mmm, Princess,” he says as he grabs me and throws me on the bed.
Our XXX honeymoon favors cascade onto the floor.
But I don’t think I care about that right now.
Why I should tell her I love her.
Pros:
She makes me laugh.
She’s fun to be around.
We have fun together.
We can party together. She is funny as shit when she’s drunk, but she thinks she’s not.
We can chill together.
She loves football, is a good pool player, and loves sports.
She thinks she’s low maintenance.
Her smile. Her laugh.
The way I feel when she lays her head on my shoulder.
How, even though she’s tough around everyone else, she’s always soft around me.
Her skin is so soft. Always.
Her hair always smells good.
The way she smells. How, when she borrows my sweatshirts, they smell like her.
Her mile-long legs.
I always want to be around her. No girl has ever compared.
How she curls up with her feet tucked under her when she sits on the couch.
She gives the best back rubs ever.
She’s extremely sexy, and she really has no idea that she is.
She has the cutest toes.
She’s so smart, but she can be completely clueless.
She calls me every night before she goes to sleep even though we live together.
The way she looks first thing in the morning.
She’s freaking adorable.
Her little freak-outs.
How she has me wrapped around her little finger, and I don’t even mind.
Her sense of adventure. Her outlook on the world.
How she thinks she can still take me on. And how fun it is when she tries.
Her creativeness.
Her naughty sense of humor.
The way her smile slowly builds from a little smirk to a full-blown smile when she thinks something is funny.
Her stubbornness. How she stands up for what she thinks is right, no matter what anyone else thinks.
How she always thinks she’s right.
Her voice.
How she tells me everything.
How I can figure out what she’s thinking without her saying a word.
Her eyes.
Killer body. Seriously killer body.
She’s my best friend.
She’s a good athlete, but she’s such a klutz. It’s the cutest thing.
She never thinks before she speaks, so you always know what she’s thinking.
The way she looks at me. I think she might be in love with me, too—well, I hope.
The way all her boyfriends get jealous of our relationship and break up with her.
I’m pretty much madly in love with that girl.
Cons:
She’s gonna freak when I tell her how I feel.