The bulbs flashing like fireworks, but I barely noticed. No t when her lips were crashed on mine. Not when her arms wrapped around me like I was something worth holding onto.
And for a second— a dangerous, breath taking second, everything fell away.
The cameras. The pressure. Even the guilt.
Only Jay mattered.
In that damn vintage gown, spine straight like a queen ready to make war or peace depending on the way moved.
Jay— who had every reason to hate me, yet still chose to,love me through all the fucking hardships.
She pulled back, just slightly, enough to look at me. And god, I couldn't look away. She hit my chest slowly and whispered "idiot" I think I know exactly hy she did that.
Reporters were still screaming and our manager was probably trying to put out the chaos using a fire extinguisher or exorcism and I swore I saw a Watson texing in a tabloids.
"I mean it you know" she whispered just for me "You're not going to get out of this 'wedding' alive"
I smirked touching my forehead to hers
"Good. Because if I die it would be nice to be your husband" I whispered back
Jay was still close, obliviously pissed, eyes hard, but her fingers still trembled in mine— barely like a truth better off unspoken.
I knew, I knew that I hurt her. But maybe just maybe I didn't dig in too deep…
[end of ch:32]
Hey guys
I've read your messages and checked. The video was posted by a close frnd of mine and apparently she set it into private aka respected servers only.
I'll try my best to post ot if I have the video saved, need permission though!!
Also beg your pardon I hope maybe you can be a little polite miss. They knows who I'm talking.
If you have any more quarries you can ask. In. A. Polite. Manner. No offence.
'Kay
Love ya'll