AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Dr. Fredrick tried his hardest to force Kennedy to work in the training room tonight, cleaning, organizing, and reordering medical supplies while he and the other staff attended my brother’s ceremony. Reese found out and put a quick stop to that, but still he had Kennedy working until the last possible minute, which had me bringing her dress, shoes, and jewelry to the bathroom for her to quickly change.
“Who does he think he is?” she asks with a huff. “From what he knows, he believes this is my brother-in-law’s ceremony. If anyone from the medical staff had to work late, it shouldn’t be me.”
“This is your brother-in-law’s ceremony.”
“You know what I mean.” I can picture her waving me off behind the bathroom stall. “I cannot freaking wait until I no longer work for that guy. He was more than happy for me to take Monday’s game off for my interview, but not tonight after I’ve already worked all day? How did he find so much audacity?”
I want to say something, agree with her, encourage her that things will be better once she’s in San Francisco, but there’s no part of me that has the energy to act as if life will be better then.
I hope and pray that for her, it is, and then maybe her happiness will be the thing that gets me through missing her the way I know I’m going to.
Tonight is going to fucking suck, and it’s even worse knowing she’s going too.
“Would you mind zipping me up?”
Her tone is entirely too casual as she opens the stall in the women’s restroom, as if she weren’t going to completely steal my breath the moment I saw her.
A white, beaded dress has the privilege of molding to every inch of her body before skimming the floor. It cuts in and wraps around her neck where she is holding the fabric together for me to secure. Her hair is curled in big waves and pinned to one side, the way she typically wears it when she’s dressing up, and her jewelry is all silver, minus the gold band and purple stone on her left ring finger.
Her focus is on the ground as she holds the back of her dress together, so she doesn’t realize that I’m fucking speechless and unmoving, glued with my ass to the counter because this woman is the most stunning person I’ve ever laid eyes on, and I still don’t know how I got so lucky to call her my wife—even if she thinks that part is temporary.
“The zipper is kind of a bitch because of all the beading. It needs a good tug.”
I toss my head from side to side. “If I had it my way, it’d stay down.”
Finally, she looks up, a smirk lifting at the same time. “I can either go out there with this hanging on my hips or you can zip up my dress, but just a heads-up, Rhodes, I’m not wearing a bra.”
Fuck me. That image goes straight to my cock and even though I’m dressed to the nines, topped with a fucking tie, my body has no issue getting hard at the idea of my wife going braless with that backless dress.
“Yeah, not a chance.” I round her body, her back to me as we both face the mirror. “The first time I see you fully naked, I sure as hell won’t be sharing the view.”
I watch her suppress her smile through the mirror before my eyes wander down her spine. Her soft skin is decorated with light freckles creating a visual path to where her hips flare out, holding the dress tightly to her body. I watch as her back rises and falls with a breath. Watch the way her delicate fingers hold the clasp together. I can’t help but note where the dress needs to be zipped, splitting open around her lower back and giving me a prime view of the top of her ass. I equally can’t keep my eyes away from her sides, that backless dress teasing me with the slight slope of her breasts.
Jesus, she looks incredible.
Outside of work, Kennedy tends to gravitate towards a wardrobe that consists of black, white, and neutrals. My classic girl who I once thought needed all the color in the world, I now realize is perfect in her simple tones. I can typically identify them on my own, and they act as a backdrop for her. Not stealing the show, but simply complementing how beautiful she is.
“I can’t get the zipper to budge, and the buttons up here are giving me trouble.”
With a single hand, I move her hair, letting it drape over one shoulder before stealing the two pieces of delicate fabric from her. I slip the small satin buttons through their looped counterparts, keeping the dress secure around her neck.
I watch her throat work its way through a swallow when I trail the pads of my fingertips down the soft curve of her spine, taking my time finding her zipper. I slip my fingers into the fabric, letting my knuckles graze against her lower back. I’m sure to keep a connection the entire time I slowly pull the zipper closed, and don’t lose contact when both hands smooth over the now closed dress, wrapping around her hips and pulling her back to me.
She relaxes into my chest as we meet each other’s eyes in the mirror.
“Beautiful,” I whisper while we stand in the same bathroom where we met for the first time.
She breaks eye contact, still leaning back into me. “I’ve never seen you so dressed up before. We almost look like...”
Her in a white dress. Me in a black suit.
“Like we’re getting married?” I finish for her.
Her brown eyes slowly drift back up to mine in the reflection.
I could see it. This is what it could look like. What it should’ve looked like, but I wouldn’t trade the visual of her in a white mini dress, denim jacket, and platform Vans walking down the aisle to me.
Kennedy’s eyes drag over us, watching, assessing. It doesn’t feel sexual. It feels curious.
