Page 154 of Bridesmaid By Chance
Hand clasped over her mouth, she nods and then leaps into my arms, knocking me flat on the ground again. The lady with the phone cheers while taking pictures from all different sort of angles. Tangled up in each other, I’m able to slip the ring on her finger and find her lips to kiss her.
There isn’t much commotion in the courtyard, since it’s pretty clear of people, but there are a few random claps here and there.
When we stand, the lady tells us to pose, so Sloane wraps my arms around her, like a classic prom picture and we take a few photos before the woman hands us the phone back.
“My goodness, this was such a joy to be a part of,” she says.
“Thank you,” I say as I glance around, not a soul in sight now. Sloane will not be happy.
“Why here?” The lady folds her arms in front of her, waiting for a grand story.
Sloane looks up at me and says, “Go ahead, sweetie, tell her.”
Christ. Of course she’s going to make me come up with something. I’m not good at this shit like she is. Not quite a talker like her.
I pull on the back of my neck and say, “Uh, this is where I ran into her for the first time, over there.” I thumb behind me. “At the pharmacy. She was, uh, sick and I was looking for…”
“Condoms,” Sloane interrupts. “But this silly American didn’t realize the pharmacy didn’t have any.”
“Oh,” the lady says, her face dropping in disapproval.
“Protection matters a lot to him,” Sloane says, patting me on the chest, even though we have yet to use one condom. A conversation I need to have with her. “Anyway, I was dripping with snot, he was horny, and well, the rest is history.”
How is the rest history with that?
“That’s…uh, that’s romantic.”
“It is. What a dream of a story.” Sloane lifts up on her toes and kisses my jaw. “Aren’t I lucky?”
“Very.” The lady nods. “Well, congratulations again and good luck with everything.”
“Thank you,” I say with a lift of my hand.
Then I loop my arm around Sloane and guide her toward the alleyway.
“Horny and dripping with snot?” I ask.
“I don’t know. I was irritated that no one was around to give us something free and it just came out. What a bust.”
“Aw, well, you’re welcome for the proposal. Can’t wait to spend an eternity with my blushing bride.”
“We need to try again.”
How did I know she was going to say that?
“We need somewhere more public, but something that might get us a free deal…” She pauses and then holds her finger up. “I know just the place.”
Oh, I’m sure she does.
“Sloane.”
“Hmm?” she asks with a smile.
“What the hell do you expect to receive by me proposing to you here?”
“Well, if we don’t get free tea, then we for sure are going to get a free ride on the London Eye.”
I stare up at the large Ferris wheel, which has a very long line.
