Page 52 of Spending Forever With You

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“Oh trust me, I ain’t fucking shit up this time. You can believe that. I’m locked in for real,” I said just as I got in position with Hollis doing the same. The flash came and went with her shouting out our next pose.

“Aight, now face me and stare at me lovingly. And make it seem legit.” She didn’t have to tell me, loving her was the only thing I did naturally.

“I like how I just got cussed out for staring and now you want to capture the moment. I knew you wanted me to look at you,” I joked just as the countdown started.

Hollis rolled her eyes. “Don’t blow it. I have six seconds to still do it and you know this mouth can go in.” I smiled.

“Six seconds isn’t long enough. I could do this all day. You’re so beautiful, Hershey.” While holding her gaze, I pressed my lips to hers, parting her mouth with mine. This was the second time within a matter of moments I was lucky enough to be kissing my wife again. And it was without a crowd. I fucking loved it because no one could interrupt us from enjoying each other. My hands cradled her face, attempting to attach her skin to mine since we were as close as we could be while Hollis locked her arms around my neck.

This was the familiar I missed.

The familiarity of my wife I yearned for. Damn near drowning in her scent while I taste her lips on mine.

Mmm…

I got so lost that I couldn’t even tell you how long after the flash went off that we stayed locked together. By the time I released her, Hollis was breathless and blushing before a soft smile appeared on her face.

This time when the flash came, we just stared at each other, unmoving. I was sure she was processing my mannish ass ways while I was adding this kiss to the memory of top moments we shared.

It got quiet before Hollis readjusted herself, placing her feet on the ground.

“Whew, well that’s enough. We should finally make it to some rides. My mind is on the Thunderstorm that goes crazy with the twist.” That was all she gave me as she got up, leaving me there. I got up, getting our pictures, glancing at them before I put them in my pocket then grabbed our cups.

I left the booth, catching up with her, passing over her cup, then grabbing her free hand, interlocking our fingers.

“Only if you promise to hold my hand. You know I only ride them shits for you.” I wasn’t scared, but I sure as hell was going to fake the excuse to touch her.

She smirked as she looked down at our hands and I knew she found me out.

“Ugh, fine, come on, big baby ass nigga.”

She wanna hold my shit too.

I chuckled lowly, letting my delusions win.

“Wait, Luke, I need my room key,” Hollis said as I walked her past the front desk, heading straight for the elevators. We had just gotten to the hotel from the amusement park with me carrying the bags while she carried the stuffed elephant I won for her playing ring toss.

“Holls, it’s only one room. Don’t worry though. Coach knew I was bringing you, so it’s a suite. I’ll take the couch or something,” I said, hitting the button.

“One room! Um… yeah, no. That’s not going to work. I can just get my own.” She turned to walk away, huffing when I snatched her shirt, preventing her from getting far.

“Aht, married couples don’t have two rooms, Holls. Remember, we’re a unit. If anyone finds out you have a room, how bad will that look? We can thug it out for a couple of days. I mean, it’s not like we haven’t shared a room before.”

And a bed, life, love, and other things.

“Ugh, that was different and a long ass time ago, Luke.”

“Look, I’ll stay out of your space and you can raid the mini bar.”

“You think those overpriced tiny ass bottles of alcohol are going to get me to agree? Nigga, there is a bar right there where my money spends well. I want something else.” I looked over her shoulder as an older couple made their way over to us. We needed to end this conversation.

“Baby, please,” I stressed just as they reached us, with me smiling, tipping my head before speaking.

“How y’all doing?”

“Oh my, you’re Luke Deacon. Pray up!” I smirked at someone knowing my catchphrase.

“I appreciate you.” I nodded.