Page 97 of Ex On the Beach
She gives us each a hug, lingering just enough that I know she’s doing it because she needs it, not just for our sakes.Then she leaves to go shower, and I fling myself into Blake’s arms.
He doesn’t seem to mind, holding me tight. “That went well, don’t you think?”
I nod against his chest. “Yeah. And she and I talked before you got back—I think it’s all going to be okay. I really do.”
“Yeah, me too.” He tilts my face up to his. “Did you really mean that about getting married? Because if you’re not ready, that’s totally fine. We can—”
“I meant it,” I say. “I’m not afraid of the memory being anything but perfect, no matter what. You’ll be my husband again, and I want that more than anything.”
“God, so do I.” He takes my face in his hands and kisses me, and I melt against him, against the incredible feeling of those lips against mine, cradled by the knowledge that this man loves me as much as I love him.That he always has and always will.
We’re going to make this work. Our family together again.Ustogether, for the rest of our lives. Nothing is more perfect than knowing that.
Though the thought of getting to marry Blake all over again comes pretty damn close.
And I’ve got a plan for that.
