15-05-2021-052358It-Ends-with-Us

The three of us are quiet for a moment, and then Allysa starts
kicking her legs up and down on the bed, giddy with excitement.
“They’re getting married!” she yells. She rolls off the bed and rushes
toward the living room. “Marshall, pack our bags! We’re going to
Vegas!”
Ryle reaches down and grabs my hand, pulling me to a stand. He’s
smiling, but there’s no way I’m doing this unless I know for sure he
wants it.
“Are you sure about this, Ryle?”
He runs his hands through my hair and pulls my face to his,
brushing his lips against mine. “Naked truth,” he whispers. “I’m so
excited to be your husband, I could piss my damn pants.”