*Brielle's POV*
I have never done anything so quickly in all of my life. We make it back to my house in record time. I sprint up the stairs, Jonathan hot on my heels, and I blast the water in my bathtub while I sift through my clothes looking for something appropriate to wear to this evening's event.
I manage to slip into one of the side closets and, low and behold, find a tux that will actually fit Jonathan. I know this guy is a mountain of a man who must have the hardest time finding clothes that he can wear, but I also know that my family is comprised of decent sized guys. Our body types are not exactly the same, but I emerge confident that the tux that I found will fit Jonathan nicely.
I practically fall into the tub, scrubbing every orifice of my body. The soap makes my body slic
