Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 143(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 143(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
I can see the corners of her mouth twitch. Her cheeks have that flushed look, the one she gets when I push her buttons just right. Sage has always played things safe, except with me.
The wind picks up, fluttering the little dress she’s wearing. She’s been trying so hard to make everyone happy with the wedding plans that she’s always frustrated.
I can feel the charge in the air, the shift from stressful planning to the wild promise of spontaneity. Sage laughs, a bright, surprised sound. I’ve caught her off guard, and I can see the thrill starting to replace her worries. This is what I love, her heart wide open and adventurous.
“Vegas,” she finally says. “You really think we can just go?”
“We can do whatever we want,” I tell her. “You, me, a quick wedding, and one hell of a weekend.”
“Do you think our families will forgive us?” Her voice is soft, but her eyes are sparkling. I know I’ve got her.
“Eventually,” I say, pulling her in for a kiss. “So, let’s pack our bags and go for it.”
She finally breaks, laughing hard, and I know we’re going. There’s no need for more convincing. The idea is reckless, ridiculous, and exactly us.
“Let’s do it,” she says as I lean over to kiss her soft lips.
It only takes a day for us to decide to go on my next weekend off, in two weeks. We’ll have a full four days in Vegas since I’m off from Thursday until Monday.
We have an incredibly hectic morning getting Winnie settled at Eloise's place, and we do end up sharing our secret with her, making her promise to keep it confidential.
After that, we rush to the airport with hardly any time left. We quickly park in the bustling airport lot, barely pausing long enough to lock the car doors.
As we rush through security, Sage looks at me, breathless and flushed. “We’re doing this,” she says, more to herself than to me.
“You’re damn right we are,” I tell her, threading my fingers through hers. Her hand feels small and perfect in mine, and I can’t stop looking at her.
She’s going to be my wife by this time tomorrow, and I’ve never wanted anything more.
The ceremony’s quick and the vows are fast, but it’s exactly what we wanted. Sage’s eyes are huge and shining, and when I slip the diamond eternity band that matches her engagement ring on her finger, I swear it’s the best moment of my life. We kiss, and it’s sweeter than the day I proposed.
Back at the suite, I barely get the door closed before I’m all over her. Sage moans as I press her against the wall. I can’t get enough, my mouth and hands all over her. We don’t even make it to the bed.
“I love you, Mrs. Hot,” I tell her, voice low and full of everything I’ve been holding in.
“Prove it,” she challenges, wrapping her legs around me.
We're on the floor, then pressed against the cool glass of the window, and finally tangled in the sheets of the bed, every surface in the room a vibrant testament to our inability to keep our hands off one another. The room is filled with the scent of us lingering in the air.
We collapse onto the tangled sheets, and Sage rolls to face me, her hair a wild cascade of loose curls framing her flushed face. Her eyes are bright, filled with a playful spark.
"Do you think your dad will kill me for denying him the chance to walk you down the aisle?" I ask, the only lingering worry about our secret elopement tugging at my thoughts.
"Heck no," Sage murmurs, snuggling closer, her warmth comforting against my skin as she lays her head on my shoulder. "We're saving him thousands by not having a huge wedding." Her eyes meet mine, a flicker of concern visible in her deep blue gaze. "But do you think your mom is going to have a fit?" she asks softly, her brow slightly furrowed. The bond between Sage and my mom has grown so strong, a connection that means the world to both of us.
“Nope. All we have to do is give her a grandchild, and I’ll be her favorite son again.” I laugh.
“Let’s get working on it then.” She reads my goddamn mind.
“You don’t have to ask me twice,” I growl, and we’re off again.
We’ve got two whole days left and nothing to do but enjoy every minute of it.
The sun sets behind the city, lights flaring to life again. I watch them through the window, a blur of colors splashing across Sage’s back as she sprawls on top of me. I can feel her heart slowing, beating in time with mine. She stretches, lazy and content.
“It was the perfect wedding and honeymoon,” she says, yawning and snuggling into my side.