Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 97466 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97466 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
As the video faded out, I looked up at him. His cheeks were damp with tears, and his bottom teeth scraped his top lip nervously.
I stood up and clasped his face. “I told you so.”
His face broke out into a huge grin, a relieved breath whooshing out of his mouth before it crashed down on mine. After a long, loving kiss, he pulled back. “You’re not mad at me for blowing our cover?”
“Pretty sure this proves it’s no longer fake,” I said, pulling up our joined hands to remind him about our matched pair of infinity ring wedding bands. “Unless we’ve taken the ruse to ridiculously pro levels.”
Boone’s loud wolf whistle accompanied our next kiss, Roman tossed his napkin at Oscar’s head and shouted for us to get a room, James ducked his face into Sawyer’s neck as his face turned red from secondhand embarrassment, and Wells’ deep, familiar laughter rang out from the table next to ours.
“This room is full of HEAs,” I said to Oscar with a smile. “And none of them would have happened if it hadn’t been for you.”
“I only care about this one,” he said softly. “You and me. For always.”
“I promise to stay,” I assured him. “Please don’t worry that it’s going to fail someday.”
Oscar’s smile was soul-deep and made it all the way to his eyes. “Every day with you is worth it. Even if it fails one day, it will have been the honor of my life to spend this time with you, Hugh Linzee.”
“For such an anti-romantic, you sure do know how to charm a man, Oscar Linzee,” I teased, relishing the opportunity to use his new name. His eyes darkened as his grin turned downright feral, but before he could say anything or kiss me again, the music started up.
Beyoncé’s “Halo” started playing. Oscar’s eyes turned playful again as he held out his hand to me. “Dance with me, husband.”
As he pulled me over to the dance floor and held me tight against him, his familiar scent enveloped me. It was the smell of the sexiest man I knew, the smell of love, the smell of home.
I leaned in to whisper in his ear. “As far as wedding pickup lines go… pretty sure that was my favorite. Ten out of ten. Would marry again.”
The sound of his laughter danced through me, and I knew it would become the soundtrack of our life together.
My very own Real Life Happily Ever After.