Gulp.

He’d already modified out of his swimsuit right into a pair of grey sweatpants—assist me, Jesus—and a decent black tank. The meals was positioned within the center, with all of the containers opened and two makeshift plates in spots. He flipped by means of the channels however stopped, glancing at me as I entered.

Hawk’s eyes trailed over my physique, bringing goosebumps to my pores and skin earlier than he observed the bundle I held. Hopping up and about, he took the gown from me and positioned it fastidiously over the again of a chair as I sat all the things else on the dresser.

“Dig in.” He nodded to the meals, resuming his lounging place on the finish.

Sitting on the opposite facet, I picked up the stolen fork and checked out all the things we’d gathered. There was steak, mashed potatoes, hen, broccoli casserole, salad, macaroni and cheese, and even fried apples. It was a meals coma ready to occur. Taking a forkful of potatoes, I lifted it to him.

“Completely happy wedding ceremony feast.”

“Completely happy wedding ceremony feast,” he mentioned, giving me one other uncommon smile.

It was silent as we ate and watched an outdated film on the TV, each of us in our personal worlds as we gorged on the meals.

“Oh, I bought you one thing,” he mentioned, startling me. He grabbed a smaller field off the facet desk and held it out to me.

Lifting the lid, I didn’t know if I ought to cry or chortle at what lay inside.

FIVE

BLAKE

I blinked on the wedding ceremony cake, shock and glee profitable ultimately, and fun bubbled out of me as I caught sight of the topper. I picked it up and held it out for Hawk to see. His mismatched eyes have been delicate as he stared at me, one nook of his mouth tilted up in an virtually smile.

“Severely? How did my mother suppose this was okay?”

The groom resembled a superhero, opening his shirt and displaying the letter “B” on his chest, whereas the bride seemed uncannily like Sandy from Grease earlier than she went all black leather-based and curls. Her excessive ponytail mimicked my regular one, however the conservative gown and pink lips, as she stared adoringly at her groom, made my eyes roll. It was essentially the most ridiculous factor I’d ever seen, highlighting simply how insane marrying Brandon had been.

“Oh god.” I coated my mouth, my eyes large as horror filtered by means of me. “I might’ve been B Cup. We’d be the B&B Cups,” I wailed.

Hawk scrunched up his nostril and tilted his head. “I assumed his final title was Cupley?”

Narrowing my eyes, I threw the ‘50s housewife-like bride at him. “Similar distinction. Blake and Brandon Cupley.” My physique shuddered. “It’s like I’ve been sleepwalking by means of life for the previous ten years. Why on earth would I marry somebody with the identical initials? It’s unhealthy sufficient having Bryce with the identical. Persons are at all times sending us the fallacious issues as it’s. You don’t even wish to know what number of cleat chaser’s presents I’ve been on the fallacious finish of.” I gagged, remembering the final one.

My thoughts raced with this new revelation, my earlier numbness evaporating as the fact of the state of affairs smacked me within the face. My life had been so hole, so vacant. I would as effectively have been a doll as a result of the one objective I served was arm sweet. Mediocre arm sweet at finest since I barely wore make-up and was most snug in ponytails and excessive tops.

“Clearly, I selected the best path and didn’t query something! What has my life turn out to be?” My tone grew extra high-pitched as I spoke, panic and daunting horror overtaking me.

“You’re extra of a Frenchie than a Sandy,” Hawk mumbled, fixated on the bride topper in his hand.

“Not the purpose!” I shrieked, lastly catching his consideration, and ignored how his remark made my coronary heart leap. Why did he know me higher? I’m clearly extra of the oddball sidekick than the primary character.

Hawk glanced up, his eyes bulging as he took in my panicked state, and he rapidly sat up from his lounging place. He grabbed a fork and caught it into the pie the attendant had given me. When the fork was full, he shoved it into my mouth, stopping my shrieks.

Sugary sweetness hit my tongue as fruit and meringue melted in my mouth. He withdrew the fork slowly like I used to be a scared animal about to assault. Because the sugar settled into my system, I did calm a smidgeon. Rattling him.

Hawk refilled the fork and lifted it once more however stopped, this time to smell it. Simply as he did, I felt the telltale signal of cotton filling my mouth as my tongue began to numb.

“Shit! The place did you get that pie?” he requested, leaping up and about and taking the fork and pie with him.

“The server gave it to me. Why?”

He didn’t reply as he searched by means of my bag. I didn’t even care, extra centered on the bizarre feeling in my mouth.

“My tongue feels humorous.” I caught it out and touched it, questioning why it felt larger than regular and prefer it had a ball of yarn wrapped round it.

“Right here.” Hawk shoved a pink tablet in my mouth and lifted a water bottle to my lips.

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