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As we step out into the warm evening air, I feel a sense of relief wash over me, leaving the chaos of wedding planning behind.

We make our way down the familiar streets, hand in hand, the warmth of her touch sending a jolt of electricity coursing through my veins. I can’t help but steal glances at her as we walk, marveling at the way the city lights dance in her eyes, illuminating her beauty in ways I never thought possible.

As we reach our favorite ice cream parlor, I hold the door open for her, a smile playing on my lips as she steps inside.

The scent of freshly baked waffle cones fills the air, mixing with the sweet aroma of chocolate and vanilla.

We take a seat at our usual table by the window, the soft glow of the streetlights casting a warm, inviting glow over us. I watch as Jessy peruses the menu, her brows furrowed in concentration as she tries to decide between her favorite flavors.

“Chocolate chip, cookie dough, or mint chocolate chip?” she muses, glancing up at me with a playful smile.

I chuckle softly, reaching across the table to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Why not all three?” I suggest a mischievous glint in my eyes.

She laughs, shaking her head at my suggestion. “You know I can never resist my sweet tooth,” she teases, her laughter filling the air like music. “But I need to fit into my wedding dress.”

“You still won’t allow me to see your dress?”

She shakes her head. “You know it’s bad luck for the groom to see the dress before the wedding day.”

“And you know I don’t believe in that.”

“Well, I do, so you will have to wait. But not to worry, I look beautiful in it.”

“I have no doubt about that. You look incredible in anything, baby.” I watch as her cheeks flush.

As we dig into our ice cream, the conversation flows effortlessly between us. We talk about everything and nothing, sharing stories and dreams as we lose ourselves in each other’s company.

When we get back to the house, we meet the wedding planner on her way out, and when she sees us, she beams.

“Ethan, Jessica,” she says with a curt nod. “I will see you tomorrow for the venue approval.”

After the wedding planner leaves, I turn to Jessy. “Can’t we just elope?”

She throws her head back, laughing. “That will be tantamount to giving your mom a heart attack.”

“Yeah, no kidding.”

When we get back inside, Amy and Mom are arguing over something while Bianca and Chloe gather their things to leave. Rose is on the phone with her husband.

When she came in last week, she wanted to stay in one of our hotels until the wedding, but Mom refused, insisting that she is now part of the family and she will stay at her house. And now they are buddies.

When everyone finally leaves, and it was just Jessy and me, I wrap my arms around her waist, kissing her neck. She moves her head to the side, a soft moan escaping her lips.

“I have missed you so much, baby,” I groan, taking her bottom lip between my teeth.

“I missed you too,” she moans.

I feel a surge of desire coursing through me as I gently cup her breast, the soft lace of her bra beneath my fingertips. Her moan ignites a fire within me, but her swat brings me back to reality.

“We need to stop,” she says, her voice firm yet gentle.

I exhale heavily, frustration mingling with longing. “Oh, come on, baby,” I protest softly, unable to hide the ache in my voice. “We’ve both missed...”

But before I can finish, Jessy cuts in.

“Ethan, we both agreed,” she says softly, her eyes filled with love and determination. “We agreed to wait until our wedding night to make it special.”

“I know,” I concede, my voice laced with resignation. “But it’s hard, you know? Being so close to you and not being able to...”

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