A Little Bit Married

Trouble. The Good Kind

I slowly walked to the bed, taking the bouquet in my hand. It was beautiful, red, perfect. It made me smile, and I brought it to my nose, my eyes closing as I took in a long sniff.

It felt so good.

I gave a small sigh as I dropped it, then slowly opened the box. I was right. It had a transparent sheet covering it, but I could see the colour of the dress pop through.

I moved the sheet, then slowly brought out the dress. It flowed right down to my feet, but the front had a wavy design that stopped at my knees.

It was the sort of dress that would make you run through fields, which would make you want to fall in love over and over and over again.

"Hey."

I turned sharply to the door, and Gray was standing there, his eyes slightly wide as he looked between me and the dress.

"Hey."

"Do you like it?" He asked, his voice low.

I slowly dropped the dress and covered the distance, one hand pulling him in closer while the other closed the door.

"Am I in trouble?" He asked, his eyes carrying a tinge of humor.

"I think you are," I whispered back, kissing the edge of his lips.