His eyes searched mine as we ignored the other people in the room, and my heart rate picked up as I waited for his answer. Are you sure? And I mean really, really sure you want to go through with this?” “We don’t have to do this if you’ve changed your mind. “Shall we continue?”īefore he could drag me back, I discreetly leaned toward my soon-to-be-maybe husband and whispered, “Look, I’m not sure about…you look…” I paused and released another long breath before gathering enough courage to look straight into his eyes.

The officiant cleared his throat and gave us a small smile. “I’m sorry,” I whispered, thoroughly embarrassed, and got a curt nod in response. Looking up to his face, I belatedly noticed how stiffly he was holding himself-jaw clenched, the muscle tick definitely back. After I got back on my feet with his help, I dusted off my dress. When I turned around on my knees, I noticed that my ringless, almost husband had made it to my side, already offering his hand to pull me up. I dropped my arm, closed my eyes, and released a very long sigh. When I saw the unimpressed expressions around me, I felt my cheeks turn a bright shade of red. “I got it! I got it!” I yelled a little too enthusiastically over my shoulder, holding the ring up as if I had won a trophy. Although the light blue dress I had chosen to wear was by no means short, I still had to put one of my hands on my butt to cover myself so I wouldn’t flash everyone as I caught the damn thing before I had to crawl on my knees. After the surprisingly loud clinking sound it made when it hit the floor, I ran after it, apologizing to no one in particular, and had to drop to my knees so I could save it before it rolled under the ugly orange couch. I reached for his hand to put on his wedding band, but call it nerves, clumsiness, or a sign, if you will-before I could even touch his hand, the cheap, thin ring slipped from my shaky fingers and I watched it fly away from me in slow motion. Unfortunately, neither one of us was the picture of a happy newlywed couple. He didn’t look like the grinning type, but surely there would be a hint of it. So far-the three whole times I’d seen him-I hadn’t been a witness to it, at least not a genuine smile, but I would have assumed if he was marrying someone he was in love with instead of me, there would at least be a small playful grin on his lips. I didn’t know if Jack Hawthorne ever smiled. He let go of my hand and the ring then looked at me. Lucas (The American Roommate Experiment)Īaron and Lina show up at Around The Corner to witness the coffee shop owner's husband (Jack) come in to bring his wife (Rose) flowers.“It’s okay,” I whispered when he didn’t stop playing with it.

Rosalyn Graham (The American Roommate Experiment).Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings.

Missusblackford Fandoms: The Spanish Love Deception - Elena Armas, Marriage For One - Ella Maise

Marriage for One by Ella Maise