45. Marry Me

My wedding day.

I never thought it would come so soon, and I never imagine it'd be like this. Let's go back and elaborate.

Connor and I decided to take a mini-vacation to the Miami beach since none of us had the time to spend time with each other for a whole month. Last time we saw each other was when we had that spontaneous dinner with Ansel.

You know, the one where Ansel got to shower with an alcoholic beverage and his pride turned into dust?

I put on a cute floral bikini and got ready for the day. I've been looking forward to relaxing.

"Are you ready?" Connor came out of the bathroom and asked. He had changed into his swim shorts and didn't put on a shirt.

"Mhm," I mumbled and stared at his chest. I have a problem for sure. "Would you mind making these tighter?" I pointed at my bikini strings.

Connor moved closer and untied the strings but paused before tying them back. He let them fall off his fingers. I gasped and q