My mouth falls open in shock. “Y-Yes,” I blurt, without a second of thought. It’s not even a drunk thought. I’m so obsessed with this woman I’ll do whatever she asks of me. If she wants me to drop to my knees and crawl to her, I will. “Do you want to be my wife?”
She shrugs. “For some reason, yes.”
Somewhere, in the back of my mind, is a little voice telling me this is crazy and I should put a stop to this. But it’s so faint it’s easy to ignore.
The next thing I know, we’re paying for a wedding and signing papers and standing in front of some guy who says he’s a reverend.
Noah holds a basket of flower petals and tosses them when the guy tells me to kiss my bride. I push back the tiny veil they pinned to the top of Ebba’s head, and my mouth finds hers with ease.
“Hi, wife,” I whisper when we pull apart.
Her brown eyes glimmer and cool fingers graze my cheek. “Hey, husband. Let’s get out of here, yeah?”
In the back of my mind, I have to question if this is really happening, but I don’t want to dwell too much lest this bubble pop.
I scoop her into my arms, she laughs as I carry her outside. Her cane dangles from one hand and she swings her legs in the air.
“We just got married!” She yells out to people on the street.
My heart is racing at the insanity of all of this.
The girl of my dreams, who I’ve pined after for years who I thought would never forgive me, is mywife.
“We need rings,” I tell her.
“Yes, rings!”
After finding a jewelry store open inside one of the hotels, I drop way too much money on a large colorful diamond and matching band for her, but Ebba deserves it. I slide the rings onto her left ring finger outside the store and she does the same with mine.
“This is so romantic,” Sabrina says, dabbing at her eyes.
“Romantic, or crazy?” Elias asks. I think he might be the most sober of all of us.
“We need to go to another club to celebrate the newlyweds!” Sabrina jumps up and down.
“Ooh! Yes! Let’s celebrate!” Ebba grabs onto Sabrina’s hands and the two dance around.
Noah claps his hand on my shoulder. “Dude, you just got married.”
“And you were my flower girl,” I burst into laughter at the absurdity.
“Wait,” Elias says, shaking his head. “I just realized this means you’re my brother-in-law.”
“Whoa.” Noah laughs. “That’s crazy. Can you believe it? You and my former nemesis are in-laws.”
“Nemesis,” Elias scoffs.
“Well, we were!”
“Hey!” Sabrina calls and we turn to look, realizing the girls are already all the way to the doors. “Are you guys coming or not?”
We hurry to catch up with them and I scoop Ebba into my arms, loving the sound of her laugher.
Mine, the possessive thought consumes me. The girl of my dreams is finally mine again.
CHAPTER 15
EBBA