The Fiancé Dilemma

by Elena Armas

Never let anyone make you believe you’re asking for too much.

snoopy

SNOOPYYYYYYY my love

Isaac.

NOOOO NOT VOLDEMORT

“Those are the best things to fall in love with,” I heard myself say. “The ones we find accidentally.”

More stroking, less chatting.

The hellllll????

“It’s sweet of you to offer compensation for the hardship of touching you, kissing your cheek, or pretending I have the right to pull you on my lap just because I want to. All of which I agreed to do, by the way.”

Plus, I’d been looking forward to that walk back home with him. Even though my truck was parked outside the farm.

AHHHH

“If this were my hometown,” he said, words tickling my temple. His hands rose, leaving me and bracing on the rack at my back. “We’d ruffle your hair and come out of this closet pretending I’ve just fucked you against this shelf right here.”

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“You won’t handle shit on your own. We will. And we’re finding an aesthetic if that’s what you need.”

“There’s a ring on your finger. I don’t care about the specifics, for all practical purposes, it means we’re a team. We handle shit together. I don’t care if you can do it on your own. You shouldn’t have to.”

“Maybe I would help any stranger. But it’s you I’m going this far for. It’s you. Josie.”

We both froze. “Your hands cold, Josie?” Grandpa Moe grumbled. “Because you can wear mittens, if that’s the case. You don’t need to probe him like you’re searching for lice.”

“Beautiful things shouldn’t be boxed. It eventually dims their light.”

He brushed a kiss against my jaw. “I really had to,” he whispered. “In case I don’t survive the drive.”

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“Well, you lied,” I murmured, officially distracted by the glint in his eyes. “Remind me about what.” “It’s not clowns that terrify you the most.” I lowered my voice to a hush. “It’s clearly ladders.” Matthew’s chuckle was a deep and rich sound, and it grazed my lips. “Maybe it is,” he said, that frown knotting his brow again. “Or maybe it’s seeing you hurt.”

Ok fine just kill now hes so cute

“You’re breaking my heart,” Matthew murmured, his nose almost brushing my temple. My body stilled, my mind quieting. “Why?” I whispered. “Because I’m trying to flirt and you’re not paying attention to me.”

“I guess you’re not. This can’t be uncalled-for-ass-groping if it’s you moving my hand to your butt.” “I have a great butt too,” he told me, eyes glinting with something I really liked. “Some might say it’s a magical one. I think you should touch it more often. As often as you can, in fact. It’s something we can do.”

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“It was his dream to get married in a place like that.” “His dream should have been getting married to you.”

“I’m needy, I guess. I’m not cool enough to act like I don’t care, when I’ve been moping around. No. Fuck that. I’m cool enough to admit I have. I made a playlist. For the walks. There was more than one. I watched all the seasons of Bridgerton. And Christ, that show is so goddamn good. It made me cry several times. I want to read the books now.”

“You made me a pie.” No one baked for me. No one ever had. Not since Mom. “A good fucking pie,” he added. My smile turned bigger. Sappier. Probably uglier. “You’ll have to give me the recipe.” “No.” He gave his head a shake. “I’ll make you another one.”

grazing the corner of my mouth. “Seeing how I’ve blindfolded you in a sad excuse to spare you the sight of how I look right now.” My throat worked. Everyone’s watching us, Josie. I could indulge in that. We could. “And how is that?” “Like I want to throw you over my shoulder and run,” he said, voice low, just for me. He swiped at my bottom lip. “Like I want to drag my fiancée to that gazebo in the back and fuck the anxiety

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“And you don’t need to be sheltered, no. Because you’re smart. Way smarter than me. Fierce. Brave. Kind. You’ll assume the best in people because that’s who you are. You have a heart so fucking big, there’s room for everyone there. And I love that about you. All of those things. That’s what I wish I could protect.”

“New rule,” he said, the words stopping me. “I kiss you.” My voice came out weakly, tired. I didn’t want a new rule. I didn’t want rules at all. “That’s already one.” “No.” His head gave a shake. “We don’t just kiss if we must, from now on. I kiss you. I kiss you like I’ve wanted to do for weeks now. Not because we have to, but because I fucking need to.” A breath heaved out of his chest. “Because you need me to. And because you know what it’ll mean, no matter what’s down the line.”

Ugh. I couldn’t with this man. I couldn’t deal with how full he made my chest with the silliest, most simple, things.

Someday i want this love

Or maybe, just maybe, it wasn’t right how much I loved all those things about him.

Oh you done for

“Your head,” he answered. “It was going places. Places I can’t reach. Places I don’t like, just based on how your brows curl right here.” His finger touched a spot on his forehead. “I’d rather have you smiling. And I know you like my lap so…”

Beg. I wondered if the sharp pang of victory at feeling him had to do with that. I pushed my hand closer to his lips, and when Matthew

“I want to watch your face when I touch you. I want you to see what it does to me.”

Matthew 😏

“There’s nothing I want more than to kiss you,” he said, voice hard. With the same fierceness I felt in the grasp of his hands. My heart cartwheeled, eyelids fluttering closed. “Wipe that sadness off your face with my mouth.”

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“I’m marrying this girl,”

WITCH

I like him in my space. I love the way he looks at me from his spot on my bed.

I lowered my voice. “If I asked you to meet me somewhere at midnight and bring a big pack of matches with you, what would you do?” Matthew’s answer was quick and serious. “I’d say we better dress in black. Ash stains are a motherfucker to remove.” This man.

“The first time I heard about Josie was through a text.” I turned my head to look at him, finding his gaze on me. “It was from Adalyn, and it read: I think I’ve just met your soul mate.” Something in the middle of my chest bucked. Soul mate. Adalyn laughed from her seat. “I’d forgotten about that.” “I haven’t,” Matthew said, his eyes still on me. “Do you remember what I texted back, Ads?” There was a strange pause, and then Adalyn said in a soft, baffled voice, “You asked for a picture. Of your future wife.”

“I’d love to stay and witness how Adalyn hands Andrew his own ass, but I’d rather spend my rehearsal dinner in a more pleasurable way.” He threw the napkin that had been on his lap on the table. “And yes, that’s a nice way to say: I’m making my woman scream until she forgets her father thinks so highly of himself, he decided to make this night about him.”

“What if I can’t give you any fucking firsts, so I want to make sure I get a chance at being your last?”

“You want me to fuck you in this dress, Josie? Is that how you want me to show you?”

Guys…. Youre in a dressing room with her DAD and SISTER OUTSIDE!!!!