I bite his neck, wanting to leave a mark on him, too. I find myself doing that a lot with him. Wanting little signs of me all over him. Tomorrow he’ll wear a ring for all to see, but tonight he’ll wear this.
“I love you so damn much,” he finally says as our bodies start to calm. “I hate to do this, but we’re late.” I don’t know what he means until I feel him slip from my body, my legs dropping from around his waist as he places me back on the ground.
He rights his clothes as I go to pick up my bag, but he beats me to it.
“You got me good.” His free hand goes to the spot I bit.
“Sorry,” I say, trying to look contrite but not one ounce sorry for biting him.
“Liar,” he says as he grabs my hand, a smirk on his face. “You smell like sex. I’m not going to make it through dinner.” He tosses my bag in the back seat of the car. He opens my door for me, making me smile.
No one has ever made me feel more wanted than William. I lost my mom when I was little, and while my father was always around, we were never super close. William is my everything. He makes me feel needed and like he can’t live without me.
When he slips into the driver’s seat, he takes my hand in his. He pulls out of the garage, heading towards my father’s place. We have a small group of people getting together for a dinner tonight; nothing big, but something my dad really wanted to do. I just hope the wedding planner did as I asked and has things set up so I don’t have to worry about anything. We’re already running late, and I don’t want to stress about something else.
When we reach my father’s home, William grabs my bag before coming around and opening the door for me. He pulls me close when I exit the car, knowing that I still get a little nervous at stuff like this. William’s and my father’s friends are a lot older than me, and it’s a bit intimidating.
It super sucks that Molly can’t make it tonight. It would have been nice to have had at least one person my age here. I think she’s still dodging William after the whole bachelorette catastrophe. A hard look from Daddy could scare anyone for months.
“It’s just dinner, little one. You can sit in my lap the whole time if you like.” I smile up at him, loving how he knows me so well. I always worry that I might do something that would embarrass him, which is silly because he’s never made me feel that way. It’s my own insecurities that make me second-guess my actions.
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I do end up spending most of the night in William’s lap. He gives me little kisses and rewards me with touches all night. It makes everyone else melt away, like it’s only him and me in the room. He teases my body, keeping me on edge, whispering all the things he’s going to do to me on our wedding night.
The wedding planner seems to have come through with everything I’d asked for, having dinner ready to go and pink rose petals and candles covering every available surface of the dining room table. The rest of the room is decorated with Christmas baubles. A mixture of my two favorite things: Christmas and pink!
Soon the night comes to an end, and everyone says goodnight, filled with excitement about tomorrow. Tonight everyone seemed so happy about the wedding and went on and on about how they’d never seen William so happy before. It filled me with warmth. It negated any lingering uneasiness I had about people thinking we shouldn’t be together because of our age gap. What I thought would be a long dragging night turned out to end sooner than I wished.
Giving my father a hug and William a soft kiss, I leave them in the living room as I make my way to my old bedroom. I’m sad that William won't be with me tonight, but it’s tradition.