Page 45 of Bridesmaid By Chance
He shakes his head. “No, man, this is all on you.”
Chapter Eight
SLOANE
“So nothing happened?” Stacey asks as she tosses some underwear in a bag for me.
“Nothing,” I reply as I sift through some of my comfortable clothes, since Hudson seemed to have a variety of professional clothes for me. Although, I did pack some of my skirts because it seems like some of the things he picked out for me are on the prudish side. I mean, a dress that goes all the way down to my ankles? The nerve.
“Did you want something to happen?”
“I just wanted to make sure I didn’t do something stupid like…fart in my sleep.”
“God, the horror. Could you imagine?”
I shake my head. “I could not. I did wear his shirt to bed though and that felt amazing. Oh, and I changed in front of him, and he seemed to enjoy that. He saw my ass, Stacey.”
“Your ass?”
I nod with a smile. “My ass.”
“We have great asses.”
“We do, and I think he noticed because he cleared his throat.”
“Aw, telltale sign of him approving of your ass.”
“That’s what I thought,” I say.
“So overall, what would you rate the night?”
“Hmm.” I tap my chin. “I’d give the wedding a five, that nose kiss wasa real downer. I’d give his house a ten out of ten. And then the sleep, well, maybe a six because I was too focused on the not farting.”
“Is that something you normally do?” she asks.
“I mean, not that I can recall, but I remember watching a TikTok about a girl who farted in bed while with a new love interest and he asked her to leave. It was humiliating on all accounts, and I just couldn’t fathom that happening, so I kept things tight. Anyway, overall I would rate it a seven.”
“Not bad for someone who got married to someone they don’t know.”
“I thought the same thing. Like the people who get married on that show,Married at First Sightor whatever it’s called, I lucked out big-time.”
“I think so.”
“What did you do last night?” We finish packing, and I bring my two suitcases over to the entryway of the house.
“I called Beth.”
“You did?” I ask, excited. “How was it?”
She shrugs, but there is a smile playing on her lips.
“From the twinkle in your eyes, I’m going to guess good.”
“Yeah, it was good.” Stacey takes a seat on the couch. “She’s really cool. We talked for two and a half hours, and then we both started yawning and figured we should get to bed.”
“Two and a half hours. Not sure I’ve ever talked to someone for that long in my life.”
“You’ve never had a real connection with another person.”
