Total pages in book: 156
Estimated words: 151044 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 755(@200wpm)___ 604(@250wpm)___ 503(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 151044 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 755(@200wpm)___ 604(@250wpm)___ 503(@300wpm)
I bopped about to Icona Pop’s I Love It, and the sea of guests parted as he closed in on me. As always, the universe seemed to be operating on his schedule. The fast song faded and the DJ slowed the mood down with Time After Time.
Hale caught my bedazzled hand and pulled me to his chest. “May I have this dance, Mrs. Davenport?”
“Why, yes, you may. But I should tell you, my friends call me Fickledump.”
Sparse memories had started to come back from the night that shall never be repeated. Barrett and I both agreed not to judge or think too hard about the things we did that evening.
Hale had apologized to his brother for questioning his loyalty. In the end, he actually thanked him for watching out for me.
I wasn’t sure if “watching out” was the right way to put it when Barrett had been the one eye fucking a lamp, hallucinating Taylor Swift, and rolling around in bird shit most of the night. But I thought it was a nice sentiment, so I let it slide.
We were glad no one, besides us, had been there to witness our behavior at the peak of our dysfunction. Those secrets would stay in the vault, a place where only Barrett and I knew the truth. Oh, and Britney, because she had been there too.
“You’re looking very pleased and introspective.” Hale dipped me at precisely the right moment, supporting me so I not only didn’t fall, but I also looked semi-graceful.
“Of course, I’m feeling introspective. It’s Cyndi Lauper. She’s as deep as it gets.” Everything outside of us and that moment no longer existed. Only me and Hale.
“What are you thinking about?”
“How much I love you.” I smiled up at him, cheekily.
He twirled me slowly. “How much?”
“New York’s not big enough to hold it.”
“No?”
I shook my head. “My love’s basically infinite.”
“Is that so?”
“It’s a big, fat love. The biggest there is, actually.”
My love for Hale crossed state lines and oceans. It delved into the deepest parts of the sea and soared far beyond the clouds. I loved this man more than I ever imagined possible.
And he loved me the same. He didn’t need me to be smaller, prettier, or quieter. He only needed me to be myself. Because he loved every imperfect part of me.
And that was pretty freaking special.
Gasps broke out as the guests rushed to the windows, staring over the panoramic views. “What’s going on?”
“Come on.” He took my hand and we cut through the crowd. Fireworks burst over Central Park in a spectacular display.
“Did you do this?”
“I did. Do you like it?”
I smiled, staring through our reflection in the glass. “It’s perfect.”
“Everything about today has been perfect. I knew it would be.” His fingers tightened around mine.
“There’s only one thing left, Mr. Davenport.”
“What’s that, Mrs. Davenport?”
“The honeymoon.”
He chuckled and glanced down at me, nothing but promise swirling in the darkening depths of his gunmetal eyes. “You’re going to be a sore pup, Mrs. Davenport.”
“I’m counting on it, Mr. Davenport.”
THE END
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