"Are you sure about this?"
Instead of answering me he just grins while taking a full view of my appearance. One week before everything is over, he suddenly thinks it's a wise decision to bring me to a wedding as his plus one.
It's not just a wedding but a weekend wedding, complete with the rehearsal dinner, church ceremony, and the reception, two hours away from the city.
"You're the prettiest girl I've ever met," he leans down and kisses me briefly, "I'm the luckiest man alive."
"Because you get to f**k me?"
"Mhmmm."
"Well then you're not the luckiest, there are a few more before you."
His face changes abruptly, but I haven't finished yet, "Perhaps another few after." I put a grin of my own, though my heart hurts from my own comment.
It's been a few days I've been sabotaging us. N
