Page 159 of Bridesmaid By Chance
“I like you like this,” I say as I play with the fabric of his shirt. “Loose, fun, willing to do things.”
“I’m always like that.”
I scoff…loudly. “Please, Hudson. Your general mood can be defined as uptight and rigid. Usually not pleasant to be around. But when you do have your moments of levity, like today, it’s hard not to get attached to you, to not want to feed off your energy. I’ve had a lot of fun today, even when you were grumpy over the proposals.”
“I mean, you can only do it so many times.”
“I don’t know, seems like a tradition was formed today.”
“I’m not proposing again.”
“You say that now, but when I make a slideshow of our pictures and videos, I know you’re going to want to add to it.”
“Not happening.”
“Maybe you can propose at dance lessons tomorrow.”
“Uh, no, we’re supposed to be married at dance lessons.”
“Oh, right.” I chuckle. “Hard to keep up. I took my ring off so many times today, can’t remember if I’m attached or not.”
He gives me thatnot so pleasedlook.
“You know I’m kidding.”
“You better be,” he says, clearly unamused.
“You know it’s okay to joke, right?”
“I’ll joke when I find something humorous. You talking about whether we are married or not is not humorous to me.”
“I see, and what exactly would be humorous to you? Because you didn’t find the ripping of the pants and the poking of the bare balls in the club humorous either, but when I look back at it now, wow. What a sight. To be a fly on the wall for that ordeal.”
“Still not funny.”
“The split pants or the bare-balls poking?”
“Both.”
“Hmm, shame. I feel like we could have gotten some good laughs out of it. Okay, if we can’t find the humor in it just yet, what do you find funny?”
He thinks on it for a moment, and I watch his handsome face recollect his past, his jaw working back and forth. He really is such an attractive man, even when he’s pensive.
“Most recently, I would have to say when Brody was scared shitless by the snake branch. I can still think about that and laugh.”
“Same,” I say on a chuckle. “That was good. The poor guy could not catch a break that entire trip.”
“Also when he nearly got his dick speared off by my dad. That was good.”
“Yes, and wasn’t he high on seasickness medication?”
“Something like that.” Hudson chuckles.
“See?” I say, patting his chest. “This is what I’m talking about. You can let your hair down and laugh.”
“I know I can. I just choose to focus on more important things.” He sighs and runs his hand over his shoulder. “Which seems pointless now that I think about it. What a waste of time and energy. All for what? For it to be snatched away. Money sure as fuck can’t buy you happiness. It just buys you complications.”
“Do you really think it’s all going to be taken away from you?”
