LOGIN"Wanna give one a go?" I suggest to her with a small grin."Might be a bit premature, don't think Max is the marriage type quiet yet" She responds with a quiet giggle, then catches herself as we all stop and gape at her. She hasn't mentioned Max in that context in a very long time. Behind Poppy, Fra
"It's stunning sweetheart, absolutely stunning" My mum comments excitedly as I allow my hands to rest at my sides, my reflection making my heart race quickly. I'm wearing a wedding dress. Maybe not the wedding dress, but a wedding dress none the less. It all seems insane to think that I had spent th
Fran, Bianca and now Sarah are at the racks, perhaps browsing for me or for Fran, who recently moved to London and is flat hunting with her boyfriend Zayn."They have wedding dresses at charity shops? I can't tell if that's bleak or romantic" Poppy comments quietly to me as I sit down beside her."
"You are referred to as exactly what you are, a man, while I am referred to as my relationship to you, a wife. Like the only identifiable thing about me is that now I am your wife but you still get to be a man in your own right" I explain. It's something that's always irked me while watching TV show
"You forget we had sex in a bookstore?" Rhode leans in close and murmurs to me, heat rising on my cheeks instantly. One of my wilder moments I would say."Did not forget that, but I'd rather not have to explain that story to, well anyone" I say with an embarrassed giggle. I definitely told at least
"Please, take it" He states in a soft tone that makes butterflies flit around my stomach. "When?" He adds with a little more urgency."How about, before the years end?" I suggest. It's early October now so going into the colder England months, it's not exactly going to be extraordinary weather but t
"You sure you don't want to stay at mine babe?" Rhodes asks tentatively as we take the exit off the highway that will take us the closest to my apartment. I'm not sure obviously because I do want to stay with him, but not when he's like this. He may be talking softly now, but there isn't a lot of si
"We should probably head back downstairs" I mumble into Rhodes's chest, which moves in a quiet chuckle. "Yeah sure" he replies, helping me slide off the desk. I hunt around the desk looking for my panties, panicking a little bit when I don't find them straight away. "Did you see where my panties w
I don't know where to start; there are so many different places to explore. I take a sip of my wine and examine the top of the chest of drawers beside the door. There's a football trophy for 'Player of the Year' from 1994 next to a small black picture frame of a young boy and Eloise. Oh my god that'
"You alright?" Rhodes asks me as the door swings shut behind us, him holding me by my bent elbow peering down at me. I tilt my head up towards him and smile. "Yeah I'm good, your mum and your sister are wonderful" he scoffs with a soft grin. "Wonderful wouldn't be the word I would use, but I'm gla







